American Man Gets Charged by Swan

[Brownlie]

The cooling swans at my old waterhole
would glide like ghosts, skimming the surface.
Others craned their necks standing at the shoal
and softly clicked their bills in a strange service.
It was on days like these me boys and I
would feel the green, wearing our ivy caps
with woods and irons under the crisp sky.
What mind had we to dwell in a sand trap!
The clicking swans and golf and oh the clicking!
Like solemn mutes that drunk the heavens
Thirsty for the mystery of it in their clipping.
What had me and my chaps to reckon here.
 
“The Cygnus grows me boys it grows
like pine cones coaxed  by  placcid fire
the gentle winds will grow them old.
And this one boys I know he’ll be a flier.
But we can hold 'em now and the delight
will outlive any crows that chance our eyes. “
Yet that damn thing uprose in such a sight
of blinding whiteness
hissing like an adder in a  fit of whooping cries,
and oh me boys it charged me left flank
left me blue and bleeding at the groin,
and took from me the memory of golf.
Now birds to me are nothing but demonic foul,
And quite unshapely at the eyes if you ask me.
We go a'huntin' Swans tomorra
At the dawn of kask and Keg. 

[cidermaid]

I sort of get this one but then it seems at odds with itself.
Left me with too many questions to really enjoy any joke element at the end.
(Why Lazarus for example and how so like lazarus. And the crows just distracted me...I don't get the crows referance)
All of this might well just being me.
Overall I liked it well enough to read it through to the end wich just lately is quite a feat.

Think I'm out of practice at all of this poetry business, and as for that harlot, formally know as my muse, she is off attention whoring with someone else.

[Brownlie]

I sort of get this one but then it seems at odds with itself.
Left me with too many questions to really enjoy any joke element at the end.  
(Why Lazarus for example and how so like lazarus.  And the crows just distracted me...I don't get the crows referance)
All of this might well just being me.  
Overall I liked it well enough to read it through to the end wich just lately is quite a feat.

Think I'm out of practice at all of this poetry business, and as for that harlot, formally know as my muse, she is off attention whoring with someone else.

Ok, thanks for reading. That Lazarus bit doesn't really make sense. As for the crows I was thinking of crows feet, but maybe that's confusing. Basically I was just joking around with that Wild Swans at Coole poem. Sorry about the harlot.