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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