I brought the plank upon the hole,
weak and weary on the whole,
barely dragging to my goal,
and jammed it peeking out the sand.
I carved it with my knife so dull,
under it I soon would lull,
when the hole'd be once again full,
'cause there's no stone at hand.
On this island I had to improvise,
as there's no stone at hand,
and carve a plank of iron wood.
I served them with all my might,
fighting battles left and right,
hellfire would not see my flight,
and still my honor they abused.
Twenty years of hateful brooding,
underneath foraging and shooting,
on my plank I am grooving,
and I'm just slightly amused.
They cleared me away, but wouldn't
kill me. What was the word they used?
That was it, liability.
Just 'cause you'd not be mine.
My feelings were all bening,
but I thought about you all the time,
and they surely saw your game.
I don't care what women say
when they try to take my heart away,
I would've forgotten you today,
if you weren't to blame.
They feared me. Or maybe they
feared you; it's all the same,
I carve your name on my plank of wood.
My name, a date and Rest In Peace,
though there's not much rest on seas,
I face the ocean with soldier's ease,
and my body I shall lay.
My head will stay there sitting,
and my arms slightly jutting,
beneath the iron wood marking;
I can't bury myself all the way.
Crabs and ants will eat my flesh,
it being of more use today
than it ever was for them or you.
Twenty years I waited here,
burning fires and praying for mere
glimpse of friends or ships pass near;
no such luck could I ever see.
Pour in the sand and close my eyes,
along with me the evening dies.
Take my body home, here it lies;
so at least in death I could be free.
Someday they will come back, but in
place of an angry old man, they'll be
greeted by my plank of iron wood.
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En ole ennen kirjottanut runoja, joten olkaa helläkätisiä arvostellessanne. Oliko tässä mitään päätä ja/tai häntää?
weak and weary on the whole,
barely dragging to my goal,
and jammed it peeking out the sand.
I carved it with my knife so dull,
under it I soon would lull,
when the hole'd be once again full,
'cause there's no stone at hand.
On this island I had to improvise,
as there's no stone at hand,
and carve a plank of iron wood.
I served them with all my might,
fighting battles left and right,
hellfire would not see my flight,
and still my honor they abused.
Twenty years of hateful brooding,
underneath foraging and shooting,
on my plank I am grooving,
and I'm just slightly amused.
They cleared me away, but wouldn't
kill me. What was the word they used?
That was it, liability.
Just 'cause you'd not be mine.
My feelings were all bening,
but I thought about you all the time,
and they surely saw your game.
I don't care what women say
when they try to take my heart away,
I would've forgotten you today,
if you weren't to blame.
They feared me. Or maybe they
feared you; it's all the same,
I carve your name on my plank of wood.
My name, a date and Rest In Peace,
though there's not much rest on seas,
I face the ocean with soldier's ease,
and my body I shall lay.
My head will stay there sitting,
and my arms slightly jutting,
beneath the iron wood marking;
I can't bury myself all the way.
Crabs and ants will eat my flesh,
it being of more use today
than it ever was for them or you.
Twenty years I waited here,
burning fires and praying for mere
glimpse of friends or ships pass near;
no such luck could I ever see.
Pour in the sand and close my eyes,
along with me the evening dies.
Take my body home, here it lies;
so at least in death I could be free.
Someday they will come back, but in
place of an angry old man, they'll be
greeted by my plank of iron wood.
===========
En ole ennen kirjottanut runoja, joten olkaa helläkätisiä arvostellessanne. Oliko tässä mitään päätä ja/tai häntää?
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Vanhimmat
i think that your story is very impressive, interesting that this was your first undertaking..