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The Traveler's Past
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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“ ‘E packed ‘is kit, an’ slung ‘is blade- An’ started on ‘is trek. Desirin’ fer adventure.... ‘er siren call did beck... ‘E was a Scottish laddie... Red ‘aired, wi’ eyes so pale- ‘Twere like a bloody mirror”. Thus starts the Traveler’s Tale. I’ve ‘eard ‘e marched wi’ Wallace At Glencoe took ‘is stand... The lure of gold an’ silver... Took ‘im far to other lands. It’s said ‘e were a sailor man- An’ sometimes of a night- ‘is memory wou’ take ‘im back- To some ‘air raisin’ fight. I’d gi’ a bloomin’ sovereign- For a mug o’ Scottish ale.... An’ the privilege o’ ‘earin’ ‘Im spin a Traveler’s Tale. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Ah yes, so would I!!!!  Denise |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Nice work, it reminded me a bit of one of my favorite poems, Gunga Din by Kipling. Thanks David2 |
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