Open Poetry #12 |
The Forlorn Traveler (Tale 48) |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
‘tis sad when one’s misunderstood- An’ many fra ‘im turn. Because ‘e ‘as the wanderlust... An’ for new places yearns. Aye, I ‘ave been a mort o’ miles, An’ seen a sight o’ things. An’ watched the dawn o’ertake the night... On lovely faery wings. I’ve ‘eard the wailing fer lost loves Like cries right out o’ ‘ell. An’ watched as nobles took command, An’ mourned ‘em when they fell. I’ve seen the loveliness o’ youth- Grow gray an’ wan wi’ age. An’ folly overcome the wise... An’ fools dethrone the sage. Aye, I ‘ave seen the pachyderm- An’ where is graveyard lies. An’ watched as mighty kingdoms fell, An’ others fra them rise. I know the Flyin’ Dutchman’s wake- The ancient Mariner... The way o’ man wi’ tender maid... Where witches cauldrons stir. Aye, ‘tis a lot the Traveler kens- Alas, to no avail- There’s none wha’ cares to take the time To ‘ear the Traveler’s Tale. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 03-14-2001).] |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Not true that no one wants to hear your tale! I for one, can hardly wait for another installment! Great! Betty Lou Hebert |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Take those lips, turn up the sides And take us where the traveler rides We'll lend an ear, enjoy a tale Written with flair that never fails. *S* |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Ah...bless ye both! Ye're far too kind to an ol' rougue, y'are. Yol Bolsun! |
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