"For all the words of tongue or pen,  The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. - John Greenleaf Whittier

English Kelpie

A Sheffield lass who knew too much
Driven from her home
Chatted freely with me.
I learned her name and heard her pain;
There was nothing I could do.

It is said we don't fall in love
Rather we rise to meet Love's challenge.
Love is a choice
To accept or decline
When it comes our way.


The ammunition we have on ourselves
Is much more lethal by our own hand.
Validation is a curious notion
When coming from across an ocean
The more we get the more we need.

A Dales' lass who saw too much
Driven from her home
Chatted freely with me.
I learned her name and saw her pain.
She touched my scars and said goodbye.