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Traveler's Tale # 50
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Traveler's Tale # 50 |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Ah, 'tis a morbid scene wha' lies- Before the weary Traveler's eyes. Shattered cities, looted 'omes, In ever corner tha' 'e roams. So like the ring o' ancient Rome- Where I, an' comrades once called 'ome- Shattered, ivy covered wreck... Wha' once to thousands oft did beck... Beneath the rain o' deadly steel- Wha' shattered hallowed Wrigley Field. No more to 'ear the screamin' fans, Wha' cheered for Cubbies fra' the stands. An' to the East, mine eyes ha' seen- Above the water, arm o' green. A brandished torch, now verdigris'd- The vaunted lass o' Liberty! It seems to me, oo's traveled far- Man 'as a genius for war. It seems 'e's shattered Earth so frail... 'Tis time to end me Traveler's Tale. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Makes you wonder is this just a poem or do you have the ability to see into the future. Glad I found this and hope it is not what is to be. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
End of poem only ... I hope. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I really like the dialect that you've used here. . . it's really not one or the other. . . as if we had another kind of "visitor" in the end. . . great job. . .  ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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