A Meeting By The Stream © by Bob Beardon 1998
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A MEETING BY THE STREAM
By: Bob Beardon
aka: Thon
When all the world was fresh and green
and rivers clear as air,
did Elmerince,
the Elven prince,
first spy the lady fair.
A mortal girl named Almeril
her hair a sunset dream,
did while away,
a summer day,
beside a crystal stream.
And Elmerince with elven step
did catch her unaware.
As from the trees
concealing leaves,
he suddenly was there.
The mortal girl at first did tense,
her eyes wide with alarm.
Yet in his face,
she saw no trace,
of danger or of harm.
His open hands and gentle smile
caused Almeril to stay.
And elven voice,
gave her the choice,
to speak with him or nay.
"I am the Prince of Elven kind
and Elmerince my name.
Beside this steam
I often dream...
I see you do the same."
"I watch the sun set on the hills,
or meet the morning dew.
Yet in the span
of all my land
I've seen no one like you."
And Almeril did take a breath
and toss her hair of flame.
And like a child
she shyly smiled.
She told the prince her name.
She told him of her farm and life
among the mortal race.
Her simple tales
of fields and wells
spread wonder on his face.
And he told her of elven life
of endless song and springs,
of imps and sprites,
enchanted nights,
and magic silver rings.
And when she spoke of working hard,
of plowing on the land,
his elven mind,
could scarcely find,
a way to understand.
And all his talk of fairy land
of trolls and dragons, too,
so sad to say,
she found no way,
for her to think them true.
So each perplexed the other there
as hours did slip by.
And when the day,
did fade away,
they parted with a sigh.
Now one might think such meeting there
would lead at last to love.
And elven life,
join mortal wife,
with blessings from above.
But things that lay beyond the stream
put elven mind at loss.
So Elmerince,
the elven prince,
vowed he would never cross.
And Almeril the mortal girl
avoided then that stream.
From that day hence
the elven prince
she counted but a dream.
And of the stream between their worlds
that kept them separately.
It too had claim,
unto a name,
which was Reality.
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When all the world was fresh and green
and rivers clear as air,
did Elmerince,
the Elven prince,
first spy the lady fair.
A mortal girl named Almeril
her hair a sunset dream,
did while away,
a summer day,
beside a crystal stream.
And Elmerince with elven step
did catch her unaware.
As from the trees
concealing leaves,
he suddenly was there.
The mortal girl at first did tense,
her eyes wide with alarm.
Yet in his face,
she saw no trace,
of danger or of harm.
His open hands and gentle smile
caused Almeril to stay.
And elven voice,
gave her the choice,
to speak with him or nay.
"I am the Prince of Elven kind
and Elmerince my name.
Beside this steam
I often dream...
I see you do the same."
"I watch the sun set on the hills,
or meet the morning dew.
Yet in the span
of all my land
I've seen no one like you."
And Almeril did take a breath
and toss her hair of flame.
And like a child
she shyly smiled.
She told the prince her name.
She told him of her farm and life
among the mortal race.
Her simple tales
of fields and wells
spread wonder on his face.
And he told her of elven life
of endless song and springs,
of imps and sprites,
enchanted nights,
and magic silver rings.
And when she spoke of working hard,
of plowing on the land,
his elven mind,
could scarcely find,
a way to understand.
And all his talk of fairy land
of trolls and dragons, too,
so sad to say,
she found no way,
for her to think them true.
So each perplexed the other there
as hours did slip by.
And when the day,
did fade away,
they parted with a sigh.
Now one might think such meeting there
would lead at last to love.
And elven life,
join mortal wife,
with blessings from above.
But things that lay beyond the stream
put elven mind at loss.
So Elmerince,
the elven prince,
vowed he would never cross.
And Almeril the mortal girl
avoided then that stream.
From that day hence
the elven prince
she counted but a dream.
And of the stream between their worlds
that kept them separately.
It too had claim,
unto a name,
which was Reality.
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THE WRITERS
CLUB MAIN PAGE
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