Open Poetry #6 |
The Poet Daniel--Challenge #9 |
Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Hearken ye lads and lasses to the tale that I tell 'Bout a young lad born nigh in yon dell Though Daniel be his giv'n name, 'twas a name that wouldn't stick The villagers called him "Tiny" and it stayed with him like a tick!! Though Tiny was his nickname, tiny he was not! Seven feet tall with arms like ropes, he was as big as they got! He could have been a warrior and lived a life of renown But instead he was farmer and poet, the best in our little town. Night after night he would thrill with his tales of love and war And every night from the villagers would come cries of "More!" Every day, new and amazing words would flow from his pen And then every night he would take them away yet again. Then came the day where Tiny's pen fell strangely silent At least he passed in peace and not on the field of violence And if ye go to that small village down in yon dell You'll see his tombstone that reads in part, "Here lies our poet, our Tiny. . . our Daniel." ---------------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
*applauds* You've done it again, Sven...I liked this one so much, and what a sad ending... Elizabeth "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" -The Crucible |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sven....nice work. Very sweet yet sad. Fitting end for a great man. Excellent... Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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Witch's Brat Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 100 |
So very sad, Sven. Good work. WB I am a disturbed person, and I write about disturbed people. ~Tennessee Williams |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
Sven, That was wonderful. So talented you truly are. I loved it. daniel The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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