.5. Trying Times Poem by David Threadgold

He sat there in his cave alone
Outside the battle roared
Defeat was all around him
And losing made him bored

In the dampness of his hovel
By his camp fires flickering flame
Head sunk low within his hands
No winning answers came

He dried his tartan clothing
Cairngorm brooch within his cloak
Thoughts drifted off to why he fought
For the freedom of his folk

In despair he looked around him
Watched a spider rise and fall
Until he had the answer
He couldn’t make the call

At last the spider spun its web
He gathered up his men
With claymore raised aloft in hand
Cried try let’s try again


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes