Author Anna Wickham My Dear was a mason And I was his stone.And quick did he fashion A house of his own.As fish in the waters, As birds in a tree,So natural and blithe lives His spirit in me. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments