| 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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