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Tale # 44 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The winter moon is riding 'igh- A 'arsh Nor' wind a blowin. An' likely 'fore the risin' sun... It shall set in a snowin'. In ingle nook, wi' 'air now gray- Fra years what o'ercome 'er... There sits in whimsey, Lady Brea- 'er thoughts on distant summers. 'ark! wha' be tha' upon the wind? It sets 'er 'eart a yearnin'... Impossible! It can't be he... For 'e's in 'ell a burnin'! But, 'ark, the sound is clearer now Above the wind's 'arsh blowin'- It is, it is! Sure as the worl'- Yon tune is "Gerry Owen". Ah, to the sash she runs at once- Though joints now ache wi' pain, She draws the bar, swings shutters wide- To sight 'is face again! An' tha' she does, still guant an' harsh- The Traveler shows 'is grin... She dasn't ask 'im where 'e goes, Nor even where 'e's been. 'Tis quite enuff to know 'e lives- An' still 'e bears 'is blade, To know this rake, this callous rogue, 'as many widows made! Ah, Brea, 'tis sich a bonnie night- To sit and sip an ale- Why draw ye near, I'd bend yer ear- Wi' one more Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
There's a lot of romance ni our dashing Traveler. I like him and feel like each poem allows me to know him a bit more. Alison |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I think there's more to the Traveler than meets the eye, maybe more than he knows himself. Ida |
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