Amanda Nicole Meade || Poem - \"Nicholas Nye\" | English
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This is Amanda Nicole mead reading Nicholas ni by walter de la mare this whole and darnell and a dock grew there and a bush in the corner of May on the orchard wall. I used to sprawl in the blazing heat of the day, half asleep and half a week while the birds went twittering by and nobody there. My loan to share but Nicholas Knight. Nicholas Ni was lean and gray, lame of leg and old, more than a score of donkey's years he had since, since he was full amongst the thistles. Purple and spike would sometimes stoop and sigh and turn to his head as if he said Poor Nicholas Ni alone with his shadow. He drowsy in the meadow, lazily swinging his tail at break of day. He used to bray not much to hardy and tail, but a wonderful gumption was under his skin and a clean, calm light in his eye. And once in a while he'd smile would, Nicholas not seemed to be smiling at me, he would from his bush in the corner of May, bony and ownerless, widowed and worn novel need lonely and gray and over the grass would seem to pass beneath the deep dark blue of the sky. Something much better than words between me and Nicholas Knight. But dusk would come in the apple boughs, the green of the glow worm shine. The birds in the nest would crouch to rest and home. I trudged to mine and there in the moonlight, dark with do asking not wherefore, nor why with brood like a ghost, and still as opposed old Nicholas, not.