| Laddie's End With a smoke in his hand He’d just taken a seat On the rock-hewed doorstep On Ichabod Street. “Oi, young laddie,” chirped the spry old man “I’ll tell ye a tale o’ the surf, sky, and sand.” "Once long ago where the green waves roll high Lived a bigger brown-eyed laddie Who was beholden ta die. He never feared for naught So full of life he dinna care ‘Twas all such a thrill to fly and have that feelin’ o’ the air. So he jumped and he glided Always landin’ on his feet His board cut the ocean long At end o’ day the sand he’d meet. Off a bridge he’d graceful soar Bounce till he couldna laugh no more. On bareback thundered he o’er many a hill His heart wouldna let him ever be still ‘Twas waning days o’ summer When at last the fates did call. He dived into the ocean In his very last freefall. They say he found his ancestors Away down ‘lo the sea. Now he swims as one o’ them In peaceful immortality." PamEhli/2003 |
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