Sweet Sister
My dear sweet sister,
I desperately love you so,
But go love your sweet mister.
Moved up for the minister,
That you wanted to know,
My dear sweet sister.
Up the path to Manchester,
Flew the white crow,
But go love your sweet mister.
Mum and Dad whisper,
Do you not know?
My dear sweet sister.
Far from the harbour,
Portsmouth misses you so,
But go love your sweet mister.
Perhaps when we’re older,
Back home you will go,
My dear sweet sister,
But go love your sweet mister.
Biography: Poetry, as Robin Williams puts it in 'Dead Poets Society', is something that keeps us alive. I have written poetry for as long as I can remember—not always eloquent or thoughtful, but the practice of writing and understanding poetry was always something I loved to do. Over the last two years of my university education, my love for writing, reading and understanding poetry has only grown and I am excited to explore the art further throughout my third year and further education.