About the Poem
This poem was a project that I was to do for an English class. I guess that I just got a little carried away. It is in no league with Longfellow or Frost[both of whom I find greatly inspirational and highly recommend] but my family liked it and I decided to give all a chance to read it. It was inspired by a book I was reading at the time "The Gully Dwarves" by Margert E. Wiess and Tracie Hickman.
The Vale Of Sunder |
by Jeanbaptiste Emanuel York III |
"To your health, To your health. " Said Scorpio tall "Here here" Said his men, One and all. The feast that night Was glorious and bright But the next morn, All woke sad and contrite. For the night before While sleeping sound Death their King Scorpio Had found. Their lord, their liege, Their one and all. Had taken a ghastly fall. Up the tower steps he went, Although that night his strength was spent. For drunk he was and drunk he died. These are facts you cannot hide. He fell down the steps with a horrible sound. Not 'til next morning was his body found. So in the valley of Sunder, To this very day. When passers by come on their way, To places unknown, And adventures yet had. The kings little children, Tell all of their dad. Who fell down the stairs, In a drunken haze. And left his whole kingdom in a brief daze. Still to this day in the valley of Sunder, Tourists and travelers quite often wonder, Why the national laws still state, "No swimming in rivers after eight. No sitting around on broken up chairs." And finally "No walking drunken up stairs." |
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Catherine
funny!
Rochelle
It sounds so sweet.
angel
pretty good, pretty good
Sam
I reall enjoyed this poem
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