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[03 Mar 2006|12:02am] |
Liz et Moi. Prom 2005. Looking for half-decent songs to request.
Been working on a contemporary "Canterbury Tale" poem for the past few hrs. I'm so proud of it.
The Hermit
The old man cleared his throat once again on that plane.
His appearance was drab, nondescript, and mundane.
He wore clothes of harsh cloth and shoes of worn leather.
His face bore the wrinkles of loneliness and weather.
Sitting with him, one might deduce his plain history;
One fraught with not spice, thrill, or mystery.
He’s the man who has always lived out of doors.
He’d live far away from the people and stores.
Living alone for his long and sad life-
No friends, no family, not even a wife.
A hermit of sorts, the townie’s thought him a creep.
And, behind rough veneer, he would weep.
A rugged old man all alone in the wood-
This man of the mountains was misunderstood.
And, as we journeyed, he finally spoke
His life long silence finally broke
“Neighbor, I finally have a tale to share
Of a woman, like me, who was up in the air.
She was constantly flying this way and that
Packing her suitcases at the drop of a hat
In her travels she’d learned culture and good taste
Her outfits? Worldly, stylish... never plain or chaste
Espresso in one hand, cell phone at her hip,
Laptop also in tote, for short or long trips.
( Click for the rest- it's not that much longer )
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