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A Cobblers Tale
Contributed by
newewe
on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 04:57:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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A Cobblers Tale
White crystal blow anointed from high
On the sheltered soul of will and bone
My home be many miles and in the past
Yet now my pursuit is on the plain
On warmer days to stride was joy
But now the season be not so kind
Alone but for my steed and canine friend
I plod toward what be my dream
To make myself on mountain high
A shelter grand and refuge firm
I dream of trees and beaver tanned
Of streams with fish of ample size
These be the thoughts which move me on
In some past time a cobbler be
The best for miles and work on end
I took great pride in every boot
Leather gleamed in morning sun
And as the boot would leave my door
The owner would smile and tip his brim
Boston was a lovely town
But not within my nightly realms
A sudden start from where i'd been
My pack is full but growing low
The leather souls of buffalo
Have carried me some many miles
Yet now the shards have cut them thin
My toes cry out for heat and home
Blood is dried and caked inside
The blisters ooze I have no salve
Jerky dried from past some days
Is all but gone and bison be no more
I struggle 'gainst thoughts to cease
The goal maintains the striving within
Horizon afar whence begotten succeed
There be not warmth within thy hand
And sleep beckons fore to still the night
So be this then an unmarked grave
Beneath the sun and below the moon
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newewe
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2004-12-28 16:57:58] (Date/Time posted on
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