The meadows through which my dancing heart
\nHas often ambled with abondoned glee
\nAre now overgrown by thorns
\nThrough which it now cannot walk free.
\nAnd a heart like mine that will not sit,
\nBut wants to run and play and dance
\nGets scratched and torn and ripped and worn
\nWhene’re it boldly takes the chance.
\nWe all tend to the meadows
\nIn which our own and others hearts play
\nAnd prune the briars with kind words
\nAnd clear through a paths way.
\nAll you say and do cuts a swarth
\nIn front of where it stands
\nShould it cuts weeds or dancing hearts
\nDepends upon your hands.
\nSwing your syth, take care
\nAnd take good aim,
\nClear a pathway for a dancing heart,
\nOr for its death take the blame<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The meadows through which my dancing heart Has often ambled with abondoned glee Are now overgrown by thorns Through which it now cannot walk free. And a heart like mine that will not sit, But wants to run and play and dance Gets scratched and torn and ripped and worn …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[71,74,65,72,73],"class_list":["post-31","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-advice-for-life","tag-feelings","tag-life-2","tag-positive-thinking","tag-words-hurt","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-v","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1332,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-courtly-lovers\/","url_meta":{"origin":31,"position":0},"title":"The Courtly Lovers","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th July 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=F7p5W7dEJDk Her eyes caught mine, and then her smile Wrought tears from my heart, not blood: From me she has flown, from afar loved unknown A love unspoken, perhaps understood? 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