He was that little boy, down the lane
In that thatched hut, he called his home,
With not much in the wall, but a window pane
By which he sat when the sun went down.
He had none to call his own, not a friend nor a foe..
Yet, he was the happiest
in that little town.
His eyes were blue, sparkling too
He had with him, a fishing pole, a net,
A kite which at noon times, he flew,
A pair of socks and a worn out shoe..
Two clean shirts, one in white, one in blue,
A pair of trousers which loooked like new.
They had seen him when he goes for a stroll
A dog at his heels, a song at his lips,
He gladly wore the best of smiles,
Yes! He wore them, the whole day long..
He'd go fishing by dawn
And count the stars by night,
Whistles a tune when he spots a dove at sight;
None knew his name, he had none, they say
So, one old man christened him late,
'Brendyn', meaning prince, for he lived like one
With regrets not any; worries, he had none.
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Image Credit: I wish I had known.. this picture had been lying long in my desktop and here I am using it.
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I love this. It is my brothers name and goodness I desperately wish that he was like this!
Your rhyme is excellent and I adore that you show that someone who has nothing, can have so very much.
Thank you for entering my contest and good luck
Shari
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