Traveler's Tale #56
By Gunslinger
'Tis dark wi' gloom me life's become- Long wend the weary miles... And long it's been, since I 'ad friends... Or seen a maiden smile. An' 'eavy, aye, the weight o' years, 'ave caused me frame to bow. I once stood strong, an' resolute... Faith! Ye shou' see me now! The scars wha' lace me 'ere an' there, 'ave come fra many blade- 'Tis wha a mon cooms to expect, When fightin' be 'is trade. Me eyes now long for 'ighland 'eath, I feign wou' see me kin- Buchanan is the clan I claim, We be bold, fightin' men! I'm merely tired, an' feign wou' rest- An' tip a cup o' ale... Then off I'd be to wield me blade- An spin me Traveler's Tale.Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 03:52 PM PST, John R. Yaws other
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