As fast the river flows

  • Oh,John Joe was a farmer’s son

  • He lived up in the hills

  • When he went to tend his sheep

  • He saw the cotton mills.

  • The rivers ran with water pure

  • And so provided power

  • Yet over these dark ruined towns

  • The heathered hills did tower.

  • Mary was a local girl

  • She walked out on the moors

  • She wore a dress of silky cloth

  • Printed with small flowers.

  • John Joe saw Mary

  • When he was dipping sheep

  • She peered over a dry stone wall

  • And saw the new lambs leap.

  • Her hair was long.Her hair was gold

  • Her eyes were sapphire blue.

  • In John Joe’s eyes she was so fair

  • What was a man to do?

  • He watched her walking all alone

  • Was she sad or sick?

  • He showed her how his dog behaved

  • And showed her shepherds’ tricks.

  • So one day,he held her hand

  • As they walked to the Pike.

  • They stood up there and gazed all round

  • So John thought he would strike.

  • He bent down on his right knee

  • And spoke to Mary then.

  • I’ve loved you Mary since we met

  • I hoped we’d meet again

  • Mary smiled with her blue eyes;

  • Her lips were pink and bright.

  • I love you too and love the hills

  • And. love the summer light.

  • The next year they were married

  • Mary wore white lace.

  • She looked so happy then

  • To know she’d her own place.

  • The church bells rang,the people sang

  • John and Mary wed!

  • And naturally, when evening came,

  • At last they went to bed.

  • When Mary lay in John Joe’s arms

  • She knew this was her home.

  • And so for many many years

  • On the hills they roamed.

  • They cared for sheep and hens and goats

  • They cared for children three.

  • They never had a falling out…

  • But talked beneath a tree.

  • Fro youth to age the years went by

  • But John still loved his bride.

  • And Mary too was happy

  • With John Joe by her side.

  • Their faces,lined, were full of cheer

  • Their hair as white as snow

  • And everywhere that JJ went

  • Mary too did go.

  • Until the day came for his death

  • He lay down in the grass

  • Mary ran and held him close

  • And thus dear John did pass.

  • The muffled bells rang from the tower

  • John Joe was carried in.

  • The parson prayed and hymns were sung.

  • The sheep dog made a din.,

  • In the dark earth John was laid

  • and Mary wept and cried.

  • what will I do now,my sweet John ,

  • without you by my side?

  • So Mary grieved and wept and sighed

  • And thus she spent two years…

  • The loss was great and bent her back

  • with the weight of care.

  • For when we open up our hearts

  • We feel both joy and woe.

  • This is tha pattern of our love,

  • Which like the river flows

 

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history
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