The Lady of the Green Villa

The Lady of the Green Villa                                    August 30, 2013

Long-legged woman, straddling the earth so mean!

Looking on, singing a song, an opus harmoniously!

Running wild upon the runway she finds extending with each step,

The lady protests not as she waltzes into my heart

As I treat her with poetic care! 

My pen inscribes her name on my heart, her trophy,
As the lady of the Green Villa she be,
And later on, we'll play us a song,
We'll just play that fiddle all night long!

Driving the court, the hardwood of love,

Dribbling the ball, a woman towering over girls,

And she is the lady matriculating from the Wild Frontier,

Where a king once roamed, coonskin cap and all,

And she'll wrestle the bear of my heart down low,
All the while she soothes thy aching soul!

Lovely lady! Sweet child of mine!

Never shall ye be spoken of ill!

You're just a child of God so precious and divine,
Bringing home to me the Church of Scotland,
And I, your king, and you, my queen,
Our kingdom, love so blissful, never to divide!

Lo'! How you have my heart in your hands!

A tender love's touch, and a kiss on its scarlet glow,

A radiance that defines our shining city upon a hill.
Up the eighty-one way, I shall seek her graces,
Her good fortune she bleeds, and I shall wipe it on my soul.
O' how the lady of the Green Villa doth my heart keep!
She keeps my heart in her hands for her to mold,
To mold and to hold as she so desires!
Let us hitch a raft down the Nolichucky rapids
To the center of our universe that we have founded!