Thursday, March 31, 2016

Wordbirds, 15

This new series—“Wordbirds”—arises from a journey I am taking through my Webster’s 3rd Dictionary. What I’m doing: I look on the first page for each letter, and the first word that flies up at me (because I don’t know it, because I just think it’s interesting, etc.) becomes the subject for that day’s doggerel. I will move through letter z, then work my way back again, the second time using the last page of each letter’s section of Webster's. Let’s see what happens ...

Words that flew into my life from Webster’s 3rd

oakenshaw  noun
an oak grove
(shaw = grove; from Old English)

She told her pa—and told her ma—
That she was going for a walk.
But she went to the oakenshaw,
Where Brad was waiting—not to talk.

And there they wasted little time—
For lust is just a kind of greed.
And both were in their youthful prime
When they met there to do the deed.

When many, many years had passed—
When she and Brad were Ma and Pa—
They thought of Love—so pure, so vast—
And smiled about that oakenshaw. 

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