One for the Road

One for the Road

A poem I wrote for my dialects class.  It’s a feel-good, thinkin’ kind o’ thing. <meta name=”p:domain_verify” content=”096e8b949c0c7d6b143a6b6225169bd8″/>

On the dock, by the cleft
He searches the throng
For the pretty young lass
That he’s sure’ll be along.

“She promised she’d come
To kiss me farewell,”
He bleats; as the tug goes
A-ringin’ that bell.
Sail away wee soldier.
The tide will not wait,
Though adieus draw ye back,
You daren’t be late.
Your captain’s a callin’ ye.
Board ‘er now ‘fore the tide
Leaves ya there, standing
Alone with your bride.
Then what’ll she say,
That pretty young lass?
With you lingerin’ there
Like a woe-begotten ass.
It’s for her you’ll be going,
It’s for her you might die.
Or have you forgotten?
Lest your word be a lie.
You promised to protect her;
To keep her safe from the foe.
She promised to love ye
And to call ye her beau.
Forget you’re forgotten.
Get on that damn boat!
Wait! Here she comes coif a flyin’
In a red-checkered coat.
Ah, there y’are laddie.
She brought your embrace.
She told ye she loved ye
And made your heart race.
So off ya go then, green soldier.
Away with the tide.
Where time will unbind you
And war will decide
The man who replaces
The boy that he left,
Kissing the girl
On the dock, by the cleft.

About imacrab

I'm on the road to find myself. Although, I had no idea there'd be so much construction.
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