The Glory of the
Shire
by Ian Curtress
It was where the
valleys meet they say the sound was heard
Joyful bells at midnight, but witnesses
will not say a word
For a moment a golden glow lit up the
midnight sky
as two stars merged into one, amazing
those near by
Violins were playing a romantic waltz,
the star was keeping time
Movements never seen before. Every step
so fine
When at last they heard the music fade
the star split into two
There stood a Lady and a Gentleman,
immediately they knew
The searchers of the Shire had found each
other. A meeting beyond belief
Was never thought would happen. No words
can tell relief
Happiness beyond understanding, a joy to
behold
Where magic love and passion reaches
young and reaches old
Never again to be sighted since that
perfect day
Never the endless search, I’m very
pleased to say
But on some summer evenings if you listen
not far from Stroud
Romantic dance music drifts around the
hills, not very loud
Heard only by true lovers and believers,
as a sign
Real passion last forever...
.........until the end of time. |
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