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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