Another new long-awaited Traveler's Tale from John R. Yaws. - poetheart 02/15/02
The mists are slowly gatherin'-
Wi' the comin' o' the eve.
I 'ear the wind a rustlin'-
Midst the undergrowth an' leaves.An' me fire is dancin' merrily-
My lean-to warm an' snug.
Me roastin' rabbit's near to done,
I still 'ave 'alf a jug.Ah, the years they seem to shimmer-
An' they seem to pass away...
An' Faith! 'tis like I am na 'ere,
But dwell in bygone days.When I were but a youngster-
Wi' a canny blade, an' 'and...
An' soljerin', it were me trade,
In many climes an' lands.Aye, I've 'eard the wild geese cryin'
As they're wingin' over 'ead.
An' the vultures sayin' grace, ye ken,
Ere they stoop to eat the dead.An' I've 'eard the banshee wailin'-
As 'e 'eralds comin' doom.
An' the snick o' blades...the groans o' death,
At night, an' in the noon.An' me evil deeds outweigh the good-
As I gaze back down the trail...
Does tomorrow bring a reckonin'?
And end me Traveler's Tale?by John R. Yaws