The Poet!A Poem by Ian Faraway Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet is dead! Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet is dead! He was found last night with a quill in his head! Eyes bulged open and ink soaked into the bed! Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet is dead! "Oh no!" Cried a elderly lady so sad "He can't be! He can't be! I've seen him this morrow mad! Telling poems of legends and things we had! He can't be dead!" Cried a lady so sad "Nay!" Cried a little boy so blue "He's not dead for I've seen him, too! Meditating in a field of flowers and morning dew! "See, he can't be dead!" Cried a little boy so blue "Yay!" Yelled the farmer with anger in his eyes "He's not dead for he's in a field looking at the skies So his death is nothing but a lie!" "The Poet lives!" Yelled the farmer with rage in his eyes Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet is dead! His spirit roams these hills mediating and reading instead The Poet doesn't die until there are no more poems to be read Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet shall never be dead! The elderly woman believes this to be true As does the little boy is was supposedly so blue And the farmer feels safe with The Poet's stories, too For if you listen closely at night, you'll hear a line or two
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Ian FarawaySomewhere, NHAboutIan Faraway is simply a pen name and is not my actual name. Here are a few things to note: 1. If you need me to read anything you've written, please feel free to PM me. Also, let me know if you.. more..Writing
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