ANNIE GOWER by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2013 She bore me and she bears me still My mother Annie Gower. She played with me and plays to kill My sister Annie Gower. She took me in and takes it well My lover Annie Gower. She made our bed and makes a meal My wife my Annie Gower. She mourns me and each morn she will My widow Annie Gower. She reads my words and red her quill My daughter Annie Gower. I built a bower on the hill And wooed my Annie Gower. And we embraced beneath the elm That grew for Annie Gower. We sang my rise and when I fell And dreamed of Annie Gower. |