Open Poetry #6 |
The Traveler Revisited (Tale17) |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
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, my 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’ of I am, to fight again- Thus goes the Traveler’s Tale. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Gunslinger, when I read your work, I often think of William Blake's "Hear the Voice of the Bard." "Hear the voice of the Bard ! Who present, past, and future sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That walked among the ancient trees," Your verse, once again, is superb. Naturally, I am inclined to favor the Celtic brogue, but even were I not, 'twould be a charming piece of work you're offering. ~ Claire |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I could revisit these tales forever! They are wonderful! Denise |
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