The Visitor
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The Visitor
The Visitor
He appeared at my door
damp, and dirty,
but trusting that perhaps
I'd give shelter tonight
To a well storied man,
who's traveled from lands
where the natives possessed
second sight
In return he would proffer
a very old tale,
which he'd heard by
a camp fire's light
When he was very small
Not nearly as tall,
as he currently stands
now in height
For a warm bed to sleep in,
a hot home cooked meal,
and some whiskey,
to sooth his old joints
He'd regale me with history
Expound on its mystery
Taking pauses,....
to emphasize points
So I welcomed him in,
long fulfilling a whim,
which I'd had
since I was very young,
and I poured him a drink,
which helped him to think,
as this tale issued forth
from his tongue.
"Some stories are over
before they begin,
but can't start
until someone's begun
To address the desires
of those who've conspired,
and the reasons
they did what they've done
A long time ago,
it was quite apropos,
for a good man
to offer his hand
If a friend was in need,
a close neighbor indeed,
always helped
when occasions demand
But it seemed that one neighbor
would always belabor
any person
who tried to help out,
and except for one man,
named Francis McCan,
all the rest only
offered their doubts
So at least twice a week
our dear Francis would creep
from his bed long before
it was dawn
To do all those chores
his neighbor abhored
since they always
would take him too long
Then one morn it was said
that he found Francis dead
It appeared that his body
had fallen
But with trees not around ,
nothing high could be found
so his neighbor thought
Francis was stalling
He then kicked him hard once
Rolled his fist for a punch
when McCan rose again
from the dead
He finished his chores
before closing the door
after murdering
his neighbor in bed
He appeared at my door
damp, and dirty,
but trusting that perhaps
I'd give shelter tonight
To a well storied man,
who's traveled from lands
where the natives possessed
second sight
In return he would proffer
a very old tale,
which he'd heard by
a camp fire's light
When he was very small
Not nearly as tall,
as he currently stands
now in height
For a warm bed to sleep in,
a hot home cooked meal,
and some whiskey,
to sooth his old joints
He'd regale me with history
Expound on its mystery
Taking pauses,....
to emphasize points
So I welcomed him in,
long fulfilling a whim,
which I'd had
since I was very young,
and I poured him a drink,
which helped him to think,
as this tale issued forth
from his tongue.
"Some stories are over
before they begin,
but can't start
until someone's begun
To address the desires
of those who've conspired,
and the reasons
they did what they've done
A long time ago,
it was quite apropos,
for a good man
to offer his hand
If a friend was in need,
a close neighbor indeed,
always helped
when occasions demand
But it seemed that one neighbor
would always belabor
any person
who tried to help out,
and except for one man,
named Francis McCan,
all the rest only
offered their doubts
So at least twice a week
our dear Francis would creep
from his bed long before
it was dawn
To do all those chores
his neighbor abhored
since they always
would take him too long
Then one morn it was said
that he found Francis dead
It appeared that his body
had fallen
But with trees not around ,
nothing high could be found
so his neighbor thought
Francis was stalling
He then kicked him hard once
Rolled his fist for a punch
when McCan rose again
from the dead
He finished his chores
before closing the door
after murdering
his neighbor in bed
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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Gots'a good Irish rymer to it, bags, and a fine ol country fiddle plays
back up with the read..had fun with it, Long time yo.
back up with the read..had fun with it, Long time yo.
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Rejoice, for victory comes even as you live
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Death will be your final victory over life
Rejoice, for victory comes even as you live
Spread your arms and embrace the future
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Re: The Visitor
Here is another one on my "Check your posts" list from away and a long time ago
that seemed to be calling, "look at me, look at me" so I did and found I last posted
on this one back on Aug 5, 2006. Pretty close to the time I left for oblivion and
slowly found my way back.
Oh well, here it is, like a bump, but a good bump........
that seemed to be calling, "look at me, look at me" so I did and found I last posted
on this one back on Aug 5, 2006. Pretty close to the time I left for oblivion and
slowly found my way back.
Oh well, here it is, like a bump, but a good bump........
Bric-a Brac
Death will be your final victory over life
Rejoice, for victory comes even as you live
Spread your arms and embrace the future
Death will be your final victory over life
Rejoice, for victory comes even as you live
Spread your arms and embrace the future
Re: The Visitor
Thanks for resurrecting this old dog Kup.
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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March 2011
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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Re: The Visitor
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
Re: The Visitor
Quite a few edits today.
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
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