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They stood beside the smallish lake, Under a few scraggy larch trees, their branches dipping Brown with cones and scant Needles. The little beach had fine sand, blue pebbles and a filigree, spidery line of driftwood - only small twigs Bleached bone colour with Coffee froth and dried leaves. ‘That’s the island. The one In the poem. Looks like a painting...?’ L creased his cheek with his Palm and reached down for A grey pebble and skimmed It across the gently ruffled Surface of the lake. ‘Lake isle’ he intoned. Further across the water than the islet they regarded The mysterious and charming craft. This now Shimmering in the afternoon Haze of sun and almost imperceptible mist rising From the lake surface. The craft, a small barque, rocked on the wavelets at its Mooring by a yellowish oak. The sails looking tangled and the Unusual design made it a Strange site. As they gazed the craft seemed to shimmer Then rippled and faded gently away leaving only White smoke and nothing more. ‘We can use the coracles to Reach the island’ and they Pulled the floating basket and skin contraptions out from under their hiding place Nearby. Upon landing they pulled up The craft and taking their bundles they traversed the islet then picked a spot and Began to unpack. The sound of bees foraging grew as the sun beat down and several oyster catchers Flapped overhead, then nine geese in formation followed by a couple of noisy jackdaws. The sun seemed to grow Hotter and the sound of the Bees grew louder. But under the alder trees a Breeze flicked the grass stalks and the wild flowers, Making a very comfortable Bower in which to doze away The afternoon. A few days later in the courtyard a rider arrived with A message. He unrolled the scrolled paper and formally Read the missive. ‘ you is Invited to attend Prince Christo’s, next Saturday, for A banquet and dance. (Wear your best gear) and don’t forget to fetch The plans for the new gizmo, Copter mobile or whatever, Flying plate carrier you designed to my specs. All the best, Your mate, Prince C. Ps I plan to try out the spinner on Sunday - I invite You to accompany myself, and a small retinue of favoured friends and servants, on a field trip and General outing - a mere handful of days, I hope. Upon which journey we may Explore some river estuaries, Cliffs and views, maybe a few mountains and not least The big volcano. I hope this suits your plans. If not, send word of such with the bearer of this message (that’s me - winked the messenger) So I do hope to see you at the dinner dance... B curled her lip and turned To L ‘chicken in the basket’ ‘Ha, quite. More like barbecued chicken in the basket! If we get too close To the lava! Ha ha’ ‘Better get the glad rags ready’ And with that they headed for the kitchen, after conveying their answer for the Prince to his servant. The servant repeated their words twice, then mounted his pony and jiggled out through The gate his feet without stirrup and his green hat Cocked on the side of his Blonde head. The pony slouched a bit and Eyed some turnips in the field as his rider whistled mechanically and repeatedly A fanciful air. ‘I sing you a song About the beautiful Don This river so wide and long Runs across the steppe My journey I do take Past haystacks and old barns To meet my future wife Her arms wide in welcome And her family to feast At arrival of my poor self The traveller by the Don And quiet it do flow Though my heart it do sing Fir now I am happy To be a man to marry And love shall be my friend The stars wink The moon swoons The badger scurries on his important business The field-mouse twitches The corn hunkers down The great oxen moo And I sing sing and sing Again Of my true love who waits Waits But not for long now!’ The pony ignored the words For he had heard it all before And cared nothing for the Don or the fanciful bride-to-Be but only the end of this Journey and the company of His mates at the stable. Simon Sent from my spyphone
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