This is partly a poem , partly a story. Like most poets/writers I am not completely happy with it. I trust the readers will enjoy the reading.
Fore each two steps , you slip back one, wade down with a back pack of
worry's,
Out of the corner of your eye,you catch site of a stranger,who flashes you a
Smile,
You give a torched smile back , lift your tired arm , return a wave to the
Stranger,
'' Don't know about you mate'' , the stranger says , '' But I'm knackered'' , ''
fancy a brew , how about you?''
Afore you know it your both colecking firewood , built a fire , kettle a boiling
steam rising , both chatting less and less strangers, becoming friends,
Sitting legs crost , sipping the boiling hot tea from an old chipped tin cup's,
Sheering the brew of friendship , exchanging story's , telling jokes
Tears from laughing running down our faces ,
shearing each others life's experiences ,
Relaxing now in each others company,
Ackes and pains of mind and body ease away , life not so bad after all,
The stranger , smiles , '' how about a tune , old feller'' , on saying that the,
Stranger pulls an a harmonica , and starts to play, as you listen , you feil
So sleepy afore you know it your your sound asleep , the music fills your
Tired but happy in mind,
You awake to find you are alone , the camp fire all banked up , kettle sat
their,
Boiling , steam gently rising , you look all around , but yes you are alone ,
You feil down , then you reach for your cup , you see a scrap of paper under it,
Then you pore the tea out and sip , you read the note :
''Good morning mate'' , ''Thought you'd enjoy a morning cupper'' , '' I had to
go mate , my day dreams await me further on''
'' you were sound a kip '' , '' from your smiling, I could see you were a dreaming
You were a dreaming'' ,'' I bet she is sweet''
'' Tar fore stopping ,and being a friend , catch you laiter , my freind''
Never herd the stranger go , never had a chance to say thank your friend,
Tho you know, you just know you'll meet the stranger again when you need a
Friend, THE ,THAT friend the most.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
( copy righted)
Poetry by ken d williams
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THE PEFICKDE STRANGER , THE PERFICK FREIND
When life is not so much climbing hills , more like a mounting range,Fore each two steps , you slip back one, wade down with a back pack of
worry's,
Out of the corner of your eye,you catch site of a stranger,who flashes you a
Smile,
You give a torched smile back , lift your tired arm , return a wave to the
Stranger,
'' Don't know about you mate'' , the stranger says , '' But I'm knackered'' , ''
fancy a brew , how about you?''
Afore you know it your both colecking firewood , built a fire , kettle a boiling
steam rising , both chatting less and less strangers, becoming friends,
Sitting legs crost , sipping the boiling hot tea from an old chipped tin cup's,
Sheering the brew of friendship , exchanging story's , telling jokes
Tears from laughing running down our faces ,
shearing each others life's experiences ,
Relaxing now in each others company,
Ackes and pains of mind and body ease away , life not so bad after all,
The stranger , smiles , '' how about a tune , old feller'' , on saying that the,
Stranger pulls an a harmonica , and starts to play, as you listen , you feil
So sleepy afore you know it your your sound asleep , the music fills your
Tired but happy in mind,
You awake to find you are alone , the camp fire all banked up , kettle sat
their,
Boiling , steam gently rising , you look all around , but yes you are alone ,
You feil down , then you reach for your cup , you see a scrap of paper under it,
Then you pore the tea out and sip , you read the note :
''Good morning mate'' , ''Thought you'd enjoy a morning cupper'' , '' I had to
go mate , my day dreams await me further on''
'' you were sound a kip '' , '' from your smiling, I could see you were a dreaming
You were a dreaming'' ,'' I bet she is sweet''
'' Tar fore stopping ,and being a friend , catch you laiter , my freind''
Never herd the stranger go , never had a chance to say thank your friend,
Tho you know, you just know you'll meet the stranger again when you need a
Friend, THE ,THAT friend the most.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
( copy righted)
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 947 times
Written on 2007-05-17 at 20:27
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