The Arch

                              Brenda Bryant

THE WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

THE ARCH

A country excursion led us to a church,

And surroundings not stylish or quaint.

Some trees and a path leading off to the left;

Not something an artist would paint.

But seen through a window that's arched as of old,

The scene seems to echo the glow

Of battlements, brave knights and chivalrous times

And a sense of the long, long ago.

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PROMISES, PROMISES

I was a British War Bride,

And I married a fine G.I.

And then we left for America,

The Land of the Apple Pie.

He promised me the earth

But when we got to his shack,

I looked in through the window

And saw his mother looking back!

A pale and sickly creature,

She gave me such a look!

And what did my lover say to me.......

'Mother says she hopes you cook'.

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