Saturday, January 07, 2012

Lamb to the Slaughter


Lamb to the Slaughter



A slaughter, your daughter,
Bourton-on-the-water.
What triffles come to mind,
As I wander these streets.
Unique in every way,
A Cotswold town laid quiet now,
But busy on a sunny day.

Like a lonely lamb, lost,
Grazing the same old pasture,
Of unlimited time to spare.
My day has just gotten,
So much better in spirit.

Seeing you smile away,
Giving the present moment sway.
We could fly so far away,
My eyes transfixed, I watch you sway.
Hoping I'd get my end....
I know what you thought I'd say....
(Today...!)