Merry Band… 2711-2k15 Poem by saadat tahir

Down the moor we happily race
Cool wind softly blew in our face
Hairs and locks that wayward flew
Wet from fallen drops of dew
Rustling leaves that scatter most
From swirling cape of angelic ghost
Some hath slowed some gone ahead
Some arms full with loaves of bread

Some raced on, beheld the beach
Far off isles beyond their reach
Merrily fooled at a leisurely pace
Blissfully pleased with an easy race
Muddy and plain in homey cares
Drank their whey in earthen wares
Grew their spices gourds twines
Learned by rote some tutored lines
Tended to hedges puddles pots
Ancient scrolls and tribal lots

Some were weary, rapt they heard
Far off trill of a warbling bird
Called in earnest to those that cared
Ones that went had unknown dared
Chirped, reveled in raucous stride
Looked to lands for sun and bride
Reaching hands plucked from pines
In gleeful plenty away from lines
Picked up trades and yes sunshine
Jetted the globe for dance and dine

The moon now dallies, the fickle tides
Heard tales of castles, thatches, rides
As the sun dips far in the bay
Across the divide they watch the day
Bliss and heaven resides in hearts
Not gleaming rides or donkey carts
Eyes fixed far and tea in hand
Glare in the mist at the merry band