He staggered, stumbled, struggled onward,
Strapped arm pulsing, burning, raw.
Matted, sweat-caked, reeling, lurching,
Clothing rank and tunic gore.
...
Read full text
Now this one leaves me guessing a bit Kev... we are I take it in Sherwood of the forest kind. the poorly man in question must be the Robin of fame in those parts. The John in the last line is the last line of attack of the three merciless vagabonds who may be the Sheriff himself no less- oh dear am I going up a gum tree here in the middle of Sherwood.? Come and rescue me Kev. A great read though - - loved being there. Fay.
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Now this one leaves me guessing a bit Kev... we are I take it in Sherwood of the forest kind. the poorly man in question must be the Robin of fame in those parts. The John in the last line is the last line of attack of the three merciless vagabonds who may be the Sheriff himself no less- oh dear am I going up a gum tree here in the middle of Sherwood.? Come and rescue me Kev. A great read though - - loved being there. Fay.