The Quill and The Rose (repost)

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Poet deVine

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Hurricane Alley

0 posted 2002-10-11 12:29 PM

Deep in the tranquil forest green
Lies the shell of the Quill and Rose
A pub known here for a hundred years
With a story everyone knows

The owner built his business
For his son, Robert LeBlayne
For twenty years he sold his brews
Saved all coins that he did gain

When Robert’s youth was over
His father bade him take the reins
But Robert’s heart was stolen
By the wind that caress the plains

Poor Robert said he had a poet’s soul
Claimed verse was his heart’s desire
His father, raged and in his anger
Threatened retribution dire

Robert’s sister, Gwendolyn
Begged for the pub as her own
So Robert left the forest glen
His inheritance he’d disown

Years passed gently for Gwendolyn
She wed and bore a brood
Her husband nightly drank his fill
As Gwendolyn earned their food

Her son, a hearty laughing lad
Took charge of the pub when she died
Under his cheerful direction
Gold coin was plentifully supplied

One rainy night in the forest dark
A knock was heard at the door
A gnarled old man, a wanderer.
Sought shelter from the downpour

He drank and ate, and talked a bit
Weaving tales of magic places afar
And that night the cheery barkeep
Let him sleep behind the bar

Morning dawned fair and dry
In the forest in the glen
The old man lay behind the bar
Never to roam again

The barkeep found a diary
Verses and stories told the tale
Of young Robert LeBlayne
Who chose verse over ale

They buried him next to Gwendolyn
And made a book of his verse and prose
And to this day, you can read it here
The book titled “The Quill and Rose”

the_loner_23
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since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-10-11 12:36 PM

Sad yet beautiful. Good write

Cold hands means a warm heart

Auguste

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since 2000-02-16

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By the sea

2 posted 2002-10-11 12:52 PM

Sharon, I love poems that tell a story and this one did so wonderfully. So glad I had a chance to read it.

The stars will shine when I am gone,
the earth will turn on as before,
the gulls, still race along the shore,
the morning star, still kiss the dawn

sigheyes
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since 2001-04-25

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the winds of destiny

3 posted 2002-10-11 06:18 AM

A beautiful story line and wonderful poem!

regards2you
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since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

4 posted 2002-10-11 08:23 PM

This is very refreshing and I enjoyed it a lot. How nice it is to ~get away~ if only for a few minutes.

That is what this did for me.

Thanks so much,
Warmly,
Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

Earth Angel
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Realms of Light

5 posted 2002-10-13 11:14 PM

This really appealed to me. I love tales, and especially when they transport me back to another time and place.

You have spun a wonderful story and wrote it very well!

EA

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