Drowning in the weald
Without a sword or shield
She was lost to the deep
Twilight had put her to sleep
But he somehow found her there
So full of sorrow and despair
And he gave her what he could
Although he was no Robin Hood
She applauded him for trying his best
This mission being his most important test
Yet both realized there had to be another way
Or they’d both be lost to the vast array
So a final plan was set into motion
Filled with dedication, love, and emotion
And determination eventually got them there
Saving them both from the path to nowhere
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Consultant drowning deep within the shallow wood
Beautiful poem ☺❤
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Thanks Walt 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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I’m feeling musical today, and I’m playing this song at the moment, and it somewhat fits the mood of your poem .
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Thank you Ivor 🙂
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Always my pleasure
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