the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

The Passionate Love to His Shepherdess

Andy’s doin’ time,
and we’re all fine,
said he’s built a cell
to dwell in, but you can tell
he doesn’t hide it very well.

It’s about a girl, sounds
like he’s a bit down,
thought she’d be around
no where to be found in
this small college town.

Wants to know where to run
thought he’d found someone,
but what’s done is done
looks around–there’s none
looks likes the shepherdess has sung.

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