Shall we test this beer, or should we fear

She found an old and muddy mug of beer
The Tudor hunting grounds and Palace were nearby
The Roman street called Ermine passed by  here

Washing  dishes showed her love so clear
Despite the many tears and sudden sighs
She found an old and muddy mug of beer

Shall we test this beer, or should we fear
That it is full of mould and we might die.
By the Roman road called Ermine Street.my dear?

Our sorrow shared, the pain has been severe
But with another human, we can cry
Then drink  the old and muddy Roman beer

 

Shall we compare ourselves to summer’s leers
The solitude can be a strain allied
On the Roman road called Ermine Street.my dear.

What,  the beer has caused a  fearful fray?
I don’t believe you nor what else you say
We found an old and muddy mug of beer
The Roman street called Ermine passed by  here

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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