The Gentleman of
the Shire
by Ian Curtress
Seen first by
lovers sitting contented in their car.
Slightly misty evening could not see so
very far
He looked as if his surroundings were to
him now rather vague, neatly dressed, of
uncertain age
Enigmatic smile, strange expectant then
an expression unresolved
As if near his destination but uncertain,
the figure just dissolved
This was a favourite spot for these
lovers, their passion never hidden
They would walk the many bridle paths,
resting on an old worn seat where many
folk had ridden.
One summers evening on their seat an
elderly local sat
He seemed very friendly, possibly lonely
and was pleased to have a chat
So they told him of the gentleman they’d
seen on that Autumn night
His expression a transformation ,as he
listened his eyes alight
He told of the story known to just a few,
of a love beyond belief
Where an ageing Gentleman fell in love
with one so young, time became the thief
Known as the Lady of the Shire. Her life
they say was charmed
Many knew her part in local history, so
when sighted were not alarmed
Some say with such an honest and lasting
love fate gave a second chance
But they would have to find each and have
a final dance
None have seen both he and she, it seems
they search in vain
But with love so everlasting it eases any
pain
The old man said, all who know the story,
remember in their prayers
To ask a happy ending. To such a love as
theirs |
Part
3: The Glory of the Shire
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