Fiddlers Green by Heather Waller-Rivet IPA
September Seventeen
For a girl I know, it’s Mother’s Day
Her
has gone alee
And that’s where he will stay
Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler’s Green
His tiny knotted heart
Well I guess it never worked to good
The timber tore apart
And the water gorged the
You can hear her whispered prayer
For men at masts that always lean
That the same wind that moves her
Moves her boy through Fiddler’s Green
Nothings changed anyways
Nothings changed anyways
Or any time today
He doesn’t know a soul
And there’s nowhere that he’s really been
But he won’t travel long alone
No, not in Fiddler’s Green
all filled with rain
As eyes turn sleepy-mean
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler’s Green
The Tragically Hip
Nikon D90 nikkor 18-70 mm
dinorwic, ontario, canada
the song is fiddlers green by the hip it was somehow changed and i have changed it back
Comments
Stunning shot.
Beautifully captured. Heavens…it looks like someone has come along and sat on it…lol
Stunning photograph Heather, There so much character to old houses like this.
Great work – Peter
A wonderful capture with a lovely poem. Can you just add Canada to the location for Canadiana. Thanks Leslie
Awesome shot!
Emotional poem and a beautiful shot.
Beautiful shot and what a poem filled with emotion.
someone changed the poem ..changed by password..and it was meant to be the fiddlers green song by the hip
– Heather Waller-Rivet IPA
Greetings Heather; Beautiful work. The collapse of the building is reflective of the collapsing forest, well seen and captured.
steve
Love old shacks…this is a pearler..Great shot Heather.
Super capture Heather.