A wrapped refrain about the world from a limited point of view.
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In days long gone, when stakes were high,
A cold war spawned the furtive spy
To find a secret, gain an edge
Or weaken allies, drive a wedge
They'd sit upon my bench, and slip the secrets on
I miss the secrets that they passed in days long gone.
The spies were bold and debonair
They sauntered here with carefree air
Risking his life, or sometimes hers,
Dressed in a suit, or wrapped in furs,
Across the borders in the enemy's stronghold
When danger loomed, the stakes immense, the spies were bold.
Now silently, I contemplate
The summer's haze, the winter's weight
I wonder if the dangers passed
If mankind has found peace at last
I hear no secrets, snow falls gently on my tree
My bench sits empty, carries on, now silently.
Form: Wrapped Refrain The Wrapped Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c.
Refrain rule: In each stanza the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain ...thus, the Wrapped Refrain.
Written for Pond Poetry - ON HIATUS!