Kandar, a child's story (rivised repost and quite long.)

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David2
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since 2000-03-22

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0 posted 2004-02-16 04:30 PM

                                                                 Kandar

The summer sun had softly set,
That night so long ago,
While moonlight cast a silver hue,
That lit the earth below.

A young lad slept and dreamt that night,
Of journeys just ahead.
While anxiously awaiting dawn,
With just a touch of dread.

With morning’s light he rapidly,
Prepared a sturdy meal.
His mind awash in fantasies,
He hoped would soon turn real..

His belly full, he left his home,
And hurried eagerly,
To find his way aboard the ship,
To carry him to sea.

His job, to serve as cabin boy,
And ride the emerald waves.
To cater to the every need,
of scoundrels, cads, and knaves.

It mattered not to him you see,
His lot aboard the ship,
He felt, in fact, footloose and free,
And yearned to start the trip.

The vessel set a southern course,
With full and billowed sails,
And fairly glided cross the sea,
In search of hump-backed whales.

For months they sailed in tranquil calm,
A voyage of luxury,
A sea of glassy liquid miles,
That stretched on endlessly.

Then on one hot and humid day,
The cry each seaman knows,
Came thundering from high above,
“Ahoy now, thar she blows!”

And then a herd of monstrous beasts,
Magnificent in scope,
Appeared before them dead ahead,
And filled their hearts with hope.

Our hero sat in silent awe,
Of sights his eyes beheld,
And shivered with excitement as,
A fear inside him swelled..

But on this day he found out fast,
That all he’d chance to learn,
Was that he’d signed aboard a ship,
Not destined to return.

The trouble was a motley group,
Ill fated for their task.
Their sole concern was getting fed,
And filling up their flask.

The lack of skill among the crew,
Would lead them to their doom,
For soon this one time whaling ship ship,
Would be an icy tomb.

Unwittingly they steered their ship,
Into the giants’ path,
A herd of monsters fierce  and sure,
To exercise their wrath.

With brutal force they smashed the ship,
And splintered it to shreds,
Into the sea and floundering,
The men were left for dead.

The brave young lad was left to test,
The mercy of the sea,
And came to rest upon a plank,
To float there aimlessly.

Surviving this against all odds,
His senses quite abused,
He found himself upon a shore,
His battered body bruised.

Still weakened by this great ordeal,
He lay confused and dazed,
So thankful for deliverance,
The saints he blessed and praised.

At first he didn’t realize,
He wasn’t quite alone,
But natives soon surrounded him,
And spoke in whispered tones.

Majestic, tall, and beautiful,
Their skin was chocolate brown,
Their only clothes were strips of skins,
Their hair was soft as down.

Unnerved by what before him stood,
A shiver found his spine.
With urgency he searched each face,
To find a  peaceful sign.

He understood no sounds they made,
Their manner though was clear,
And as they bowed before his feet,
He quickly lost his fear.

“How odd,” he thought to watch them lie,
As if to worship him.
“ I must be seeing things, I think.”,
“My mind is still quite dim,”.

But then began a quiet chant,
Composed of but one word,
And as he listened carefully,
Kandar, was what he heard.

Kandar! Kandar! Repeatedly,
The chanting soon increased,
And when he knew they spoke of him,
He found an inner peace.

With gentle ease he neared their sides,
With confidence new found.
But weakened so he gasped and fell,
Collapsed upon the ground.

They bore him to a hut of thatch,
And bound his wounds with care.
They nursed him through recovery,
And gave him robes to wear.

These robes he wore were meant to grace,
The shoulders of a king,
Bewildered by these strange events,
He pondered all these things.

As gradually his strength returned,
His need for answers swelled.
And so he sought  the secrets to,
This island where he dwelled.

These natives seemed to act as though,
His presence there was planned.
They treated him with reverence,
Obeying his commands.

His legs grew strong and hale again,
When to his great surprise,
The natives bade him follow them,
With yearning, hopeful eyes.

Their ardent jungle journey weaved,
Through foliage thick and lush.
Determined but at ease and yet,
Without the need to rush.

And then a clearing loomed ahead,
A destination found,.
The jungle  gave way graciously,
Displaying hallowed ground.

Within this sacred, holy place,
An ancient totem stood.
And shocked beyond belief he saw,
His face carved there in wood.

Kandar! Again in gentle tones,
And then repeatedly
They kowtowed to their living  god,
Delivered from the sea.

He knew now that the chant Kandar,
Meant more than just a name.
As once again he saw his face,
And felt a touch of shame

He stood in silence quite confused,
Embarrassed at his state,
With no recourse, save that he stay,
He reconciled his fate.

He knew he had a choice to make,
But options there were few.
He chose to make the best of things,
And do what he must do.

He set about the daunting task,
Of learning all their ways,
Their speech, their rituals, their rites,
Absorbed through endless days.

Beneath the stars, beside a fire,
He heard their history,
Of generations blessed with peace,
And rich prosperity.

T’was then he heard the somber tale,
From natives young and old,
Of future desolation due,
As prophecies foretold.

One day, though no one knew just when,
As solemn laws command,
They’d face destruction sure and fast,
At their destroyer’s hand.

His form unknown to every sage
and seer within the tribe,
They only knew his power immense,
Detailed by every scribe.

When that day came, they’d find themselves
Awash in victory,
For Kandar would defeat the beast,
With swift finality.

The stillness of the summer air,
Was soon to be corrupt.
For as their story reached its end,
They felt the earth erupt.

Issued from the earth’s dark bowel’s,
A creature winged and fierce,
With talons honed and razor sharp
And scales no sword could pierce.

He belched great streams of searing flame,
That charred whate’er it found.
The natives fled in utter fear,
Our hero stood his ground.

He grabbed a spear-like piece of wood,
That smoldered in the fire,
He braced himself for what must come,
His nerves as taut as wire.

And as the beast then swooped his way,
To take him as a meal,
He hitched a ride upon its claw,
And chortled in his zeal.

The crusty scales were thick and rough,
And easy to ascend.
He made his way behind its head,
And planned its bitter end.

There on its neck he found the spot,
Somehow he knew the place,
Beneath a scale he plunged his spear,
A grimace on his face.

The wailing of the wounded beast,
Was deafening and shrill,
It hurtled toward the open sea,
Propelled by but its will.

And as the flying reptile dove,
The ocean opened wide.
And as it crashed into its depths,
The mighty monster died.

In unison the natives rushed,
Into the raging wave,
Determined then to find the one,
Who’d shown a heart so brave.

They found him stunned but yet unharmed,
And helped him to the shore,
Exalting his heroic deed,
Forever etched in lore.

The ocean then gave up its dead,
Relinquishing the beast,
They burned it on a raging pyre,
And on its flesh did feast.

Now that’s the tale that’s long been told,
To marvel and entice,
About a boy who justly rules,
An island paradise.

He reigns there still, or so they say,
In songs that sailors sing.
Upon a throne of sun bleached bones,
Kandar the dragon King.

[This message has been edited by David2 (02-18-2004 08:57 PM).]

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

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Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2004-02-16 05:55 PM

David~
This is exquisitry ... the stuff 'classics' are made of~

I'm taking the liberty of printing it out for my granddaughter's book of worthwhile poetry and stories~

Thank you so much~

You are soooooooooo talented~
This is marvelous~ Just marvelous~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

Trillium

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since 2001-03-09

Posts 12098
Idaho, USA

2 posted 2004-02-16 10:27 PM

David: This is a masterpiece! It should be published in a book. What marvelous illustrations could be painted to accompany this marvelous story! Thanks for posting it.

Betty Lou

Betty Lou Hebert

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since 1999-06-06

Posts 340
Oakland, Or, USA

3 posted 2004-02-16 10:29 PM

David...this is absolutely wonderful....I agree with Marge the stuff of classics!!!!
I am adding this to my private library!!!!

And Thank you Marge for sending me the link!

Eno

Words are my medicine.
Read and live and love and heal!

molti benedizione (many blessings)
always
Eno

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

4 posted 2004-02-16 10:34 PM

David2 -- I am impressed! I really enjoyed this yarn!

Paul Wilson

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since 2002-07-07

Posts 4711
United States

5 posted 2004-02-17 05:38 AM

David...A wonderful story. Enjoyed very very much. It kept my intrest from start to ending. I must for my library...Paul

"To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you"

Isobel
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since 2004-01-17

Posts 529
Qld, Australia

6 posted 2004-02-17 06:07 AM

David, what a wonderful epic poem. Such talent you have. I enjoyed reading it, but felt sorry for the dragon.

Thank you Marge for keeping me updated.

Isobel

Abe
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since 2003-05-28

Posts 694
Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end!

7 posted 2004-02-17 08:12 AM

David,
A great write and read.

Bonnie j
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since 2003-06-27

Posts 1588
Ohio

8 posted 2004-02-18 01:52 PM

Back a second time. I do love a good story.
Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us.
Love Bon-Bon

Grover
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since 2004-01-27

Posts 1967
London, ON, Canada

9 posted 2004-02-18 02:03 PM

A very good work, indeed! Grover.

hoot_owl_rn
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since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

10 posted 2004-02-18 07:18 PM

*Bows her head in adoration*
well told

Ravenwolfvoyager
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since 2003-12-25

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11 posted 2004-02-21 12:03 PM

Sorry I had missed this before David, the word is out on this write. Truly a facinating piece!!!!!! Your work is beyond measure sir.

Mistletoe Angel

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Portland, Oregon

12 posted 2004-02-21 01:01 PM

(big angel hugs) Yay! Oh David, this is such a wonderful epic on the blending of cultures, adventure, and the blood and spirit of a warrior, sweet friend, God Bless You, I just know any child who reads this will be enthralled by the adventure and fantasy, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet David, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

Betty
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Virginia

13 posted 2004-02-21 10:39 PM

This is wonderful. I really enjoyed reading it.
Betty

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