Open Poetry #32 |
"In Search of Lodging" Tale 67 |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Lassie, maught ye tell me- If there be an inn nearby? A place to lay me weary 'ead- An' ere ye make reply... I see the question in yer eyes, Aboot the trade I ply- Indeed I am a man o' arms, A fightin' man am I. Buchanan is the clan I claim, 'Ose tartan proudly wears... An' scars an' marks o' many wars, Me weary body bears. An', aye, I am quite long in tooth, To be a fightin' man... The only time I feel complete, Is wi' me blade in 'and. I've fought the bloody Tartans- Upon the frozen plains... An' dry an' arid deserts- Yet 'old me foes remains. An', aye, I ken the Romans- I likewise ken the Greek... I dinna think I'd like a world, Were peopled by the meek. Honor, lass! An' fortune- Of these I would avail... But tell me...if there be an inn? Thus ends meTraveler's Tale. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Very much enjoyed this spirited write! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
amazing |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Wonderful tale, John. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Another excellent tale as only you can tell them cowboy. Hugs~
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Fisherman Junior Member
since 2000-04-14
Posts 46 |
whether he be on the Cimmaron or in the Highlands, a certain breed travelled the same path, just at different times with different scenery. Enjoyed the read. |
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