A summer saying “yes”, and feeling free
Among the meadows where we learned to play,
We sang our songs beneath the greenwood tree,
And grazed like deer in secret company,
Beside the lake in sunshine’s burning ray,
A summer saying “yes”, and feeling free.
That barn became our Globe where truth could be,
Our Texan Shakespeare cow danced in the hay,
While we sang songs beneath the greenwood tree;
Our shows grew out of love – organically –
As ‘David’ out of marble carved his way;
A summer saying “yes”, and feeling free.
Our lives now rhyme and chime like poetry;
We are the words that Shakespeare made us say –
We sang his songs beneath the greenwood tree –
Two circles hold our youth eternally.
Now worldy tasks are done; we cannot stay:
A summer saying “yes”, and feeling free –
We sang our songs beneath the greenwood tree.
by Paul Edmondson
Dispatched from Austin, Texas.