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The Traveler's Tale Part IV
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The Traveler's Tale Part IV |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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There is something 'bout a rifle ball- Whistling past your ear- Which turns the blood to water, And makes you cringe in fear. They're but a coward's weapon, A pox that they've been made- Take me back to days of yore... When men lived by the blade. When all that stood twixt men and doom Was steel, as cold as death- And blood, and guts...and gritted teeth- And shouts and labored breath- The clash of arms, the battle cries- The kiss of razor blade- To speed one on the path to hell- Where warriors beds are made. Far closer than a favored tart The blade hung at his side- And dearer far, to warriors heart Than brother, or his bride. When sword and shield did rule the field And warriors did not quail- But fought and died, sword by their side- Thus goes the Traveler's Tale. ------------------ ~GS~ |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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You certainly are a gifted story teller! I enjoyed this one also! ------------------ Denise |
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