Joe De La Mare

 

 

 

 

The Window Pane

As I sit staring through the window pane
Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain,
My thoughts, they begin to stray,
My mind, it wanders far far away.

I am a princess in a castle in the sky,
With walls that are both stout and high,
Ladies-in-waiting I have many,
The need to work I have not any,
From silver goblets I drink the finest wine,
With dukes and earls I oft do dine,
I have almost anything one could ere wish.

Of this splendor many would not ever tire,
Yet there is one thing my heart does desire,
Knights and noblemen throughout the land,
Often come to ask my father for my hand,
Yet though I am the daughter of a King,
I wish I were a bird upon the wing.

If I were a bird I would be free,
To find someone to love and marry me,
Someone who would not care if I were rich or poor,
But who would marry me for myself and love me evermore.

Often as I lie upon my bed,
I wonder what it would be like to wed,
would he be handsome, young and strong,
Or would he be old with beard white and long?

Will I ever fit upon my finger a golden ring?
Oh, how I wish I were not the daughter of a King,
As for a lover, my heart does yearn,
So to reality my thoughts do return,
Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
As I sit staring through the window pane.

The Gentle Giant

This giant of the human race
A huge smile alights his face
A man of great strength and power
Yet gentleness him doth endower
He couldst thy arm break in twain
Yet from violence he doth disdain
Deeds he couldst perform of great reown
As upon lesser mortals he doth look down.
This giant so mighty and strong
With strength to right the wrong
This colossus the world stands astride
From no man he needs to hide
There is none more mighty than he
Yet a more kindly man there could no be
Braver yet than the lion king
His fellow men his praises sing.
Iron bars like rubber bend
Of weaker men he doth defend
A charging rhino he could withstand
A child safe within his hand
A man of great strength and power
Yet gentleness him doth endower
A huge smile upon his face
This giant of the human race.

All poems Copyright © 1999 Joe De La Mare All rights reserved.