Open Poetry #42 |
Traveler's Tale # 20 |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Tale Number 20 I'll black me boots, and block me hat- It seems I'm growin' old at that... The years I've known all take their toll- And yet my tales do seem quite droll… A dram or two, an' wi' out fail- I'm like to spin a Traveler's Tale. Dinna ken young Loch'nivar? Wha' stole the lass and fled afar? Now, mate, the lad could use a blade! An' "faith"! 'e knew the fightin' trade. An 'orse av course, and a good blade- Necessities to ply me trade. What trade be that? Dost thou inquire- Why, lad, a fightin' man fer hire! An' Walter Raleigh? What a rake! I let 'im live fer 'er 'ighness' sake. Now, Nelson? Ah, more to my taste- 'e died at sea, My, what a waste. Lord Admiral of bold England's fleet- The mon 'ad never known defeat. Fergive me, if I ramble on- Of ports I've seen, an' folk I've known.. Wi' age they says the minds do fail… I live wi' in me Traveler's Tales. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
ramble on all you want John I love your tales! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Seems your muse is Scottish, well read and talented, Gunslinger. Ida [This message has been edited by Marchmadness (03-04-2008 02:00 AM).] |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I am Enjoying all parts! ARCTIC WIND |
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