She said you may not be a poet but your songs might suit a balladeer <br />To sing in lounge room of a pub whilst drinkers enjoy their beer <br />For your's is fairly earthy stuff and not hard to understand <br />But like I say a high place in literature you never will command. <br /> <br />Your songs are for a balladeer and whilst he strums on his guitar <br />He takes the drinking migrants to their old homes afar <br />When he sings of birds and animals and the old hills far away <br />And in them awaken the old memories that were going into decay. <br /> <br />Songs for a balladeer she said just that and nothing more <br />To awaken the old memories of the misty Homeland shore <br />The lark high above the bracken is carolling in July <br />And singing whilst ascending a small speck in the sky. <br /> <br />Songs for a balladeer mate such is the stuff you write <br />And though in the World of literature you are a lesser light <br />I find your stuff interesting though it is old fashioned rhyme <br />And suppose you might have done well back in another time <br /> <br />Songs for a balladeer mate that's all your verses are <br />And in the World of literature your type never get far <br />I could tell you that your verse is good but then why should I lie <br />But at least you make the effort and one can't do more than try.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-a-balladeer/
