St. Luke And the Nightingale

‘St. Luke, St. Luke, be kind to me.

In my dreams let me my true love see,’

Said Margret as she sipped her Lavender tea.

Daily she said this prayer in this way.

Tradition always demanded fidelity to propriety,

Though some might have thought

The young lady quite the veritable Dinosaur,

So smitten was she with old fashioned ways,

Although having barely passed

The Teddy Bear stage.

‘Surely,’ friends and family said,

‘You’ll sooner see an Elephant

Dancing in a Supernova.’

Every day she would listen for the

Gentle warble of a Nightingale

In the Wild Blue Yonder

Knowing that that signified good things

Yet to come.

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