Open Poetry #17 |
The Traveler's Tale #54 |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
The Traveler's Tale #54 'ere, mum, I pray thee take me seat- I'll squat beside yon fire. An' 'ave a dram, an' piece o' meat, Afore yer legs do tire... What's at ye say? Wha' be me name? Buchanan, tha's enough. A clan wi' just a bit o' fame- Our lads are passin' tough. Aye, mum, 'tis late, I must agree. Yer pardon, if I'm bold... Wha' brings a lady such as ye- Out on the trek, so cold? Yer right! It's none o' me affair- I noticed that yer worried... Yer every move is nervous like- Yer eatin' as though hurried. Well, fear ye not! This blade o' mine- I place at yer disposal- I'll guard ye wi' me verra life, Scoff not a me proposal! Me price? An' ye shou' be ashamed! The honor's mine, no doubt- To serve a lady, as yerself... To charge, I'd be a lout! I'll see ye safely on yer way- When coming dawn is pale... I'll 'ear no more fra ye o' pay! So goes the Traveler's Tale. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
The words of a true gentleman. Enjoyed your tale tonight kind sir. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
got through this and enjoyed the subtext of what others would expect us to want often is far from reality..hat's off too you for the mood generated. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
John...if I didn't know better...I would say your Texas drawl has gone overseas.. Enjoyed this..thanx. |
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