Rope. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard
Rope.
ROPE.
Along the road of sin.
Lots of rope he carries
All he needs, silly boy,
Is enough to hang himself
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Along the road of hope
She wished and hoped
And hopped about
Wishing and hoping
Just the ticket for little girls
With skipping ropes
- - - - -
The monsoon has come
I have a tent
I have some sturdy trees
Down it pours
Alas no rope have I
To secure one to the other
- - - -
You have tied my wrists
But not my will
You have made me angry
I want revenge because
The rope has burnt my skin
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Soon I will be rid of trouble
Soon I will be on my way
The climb out may make
Me weary and worried
You see the ladder is made
Of rope…..
an interesting poem of the uses of rope? and the consequences if given enough of it! ........wonderfully written.
Thanks so much Tom I had great fun working on this one.Cheers Geoffrey.
Cheers and thank you for your encouraging comments Edward.They are much appreciated.
Along the road of sin. Lots of rope he carries All he needs, silly boy, Is enough to hang himself.. the very first stanza was sooo telling and at the end the ladder of rope. very fine imagery. thank you dear Geoffrey
Thank you so much Tony I appreciate your appraisal and kind words.Words of productive critique from a a fellow poet are so helpful.
Great poem! Roy Rogers was my all time favorite cowboy! Had a major crush on him when 9 years old! Thank you for yesterday's memory today! Appreciate it! RoseAnn
Love your comment Roseann! He certainly was a rip- roarin lad of the prairie …Thanks so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great words expressed. I do remember Roy