Open Poetry #42 |
The Traveler's Tale # 17 |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
From Russian steppes to Africa- I've plied me bloody trade. An' few an' far between, the friends- I guess tha' I 'ave made. The blade's me tool, me toil, me friend.. An' oft she's saved me life. I love 'er well, I must confess- Like some lads love their wife. I 'ad a 'ome, I swear I did- Among the 'ighland 'eath... An' yet I 'ad a yearn to roam, Me Da', 'e did bequeath. When I were scarce more than a lad- I offed to see the world- An' oft I've stood in battle grim, Whilst pipes aroun' me skirled. Ah, gi' me pipes.. 'tis rarely fine... To 'ear them bye an' bye... Their shriek an' skirl, to enemies- Mought be the banshee's cry! I've loved me lassies, fought me wars... An' 'eard the widows wail... An' off I am, to fight again- Thus goes the Traveler's Tale. |
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matronmedusa Member
since 2008-03-08
Posts 89Alabama, USA |
I was pleasantly entertained by this; thank you!! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
As I have said before, I love the Travler's Tales. Ida |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
SO good!!!! |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I am happy, I saw this one.. ARCTIC WIND |
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