Original Poetry
Original Poetry
The Old Man of the Sea
Come sit at my hearth for here I have a tale to tell. For
here at my fireside I told many a tale to many a folk. May
they be king, peasant, or merchant; all are welcome at my
fireplace. For I am but a humble story weaver; I tell my
trade may it be myth or truth. This is the story I tell tonight;
it’s the tale of the old man of the sea. Long ago in ages long
past, there was an old man who lived at the bottom of the
sea. He lived there singing his song of times long forgotten,
of when the sea was young and clean. Until he was caught
by a young seafaring lass and in that instant he fell in love
with her. But their love was doomed for the old man of the
sea could not die, but still he loved her. So as the years
passed and the lass grew old, the old man felt helpless as he
watched her die. As she took her last breath, he whisked her
away to his kingdom at the bottom of the sea and entombed
her in a tomb of pearl. So as he went back to her ship and
sang. A song of the time he spent with her. This is the song
he sang: “Long ago in ages long past, long ago on a ship's
mast. There sat a man forgotten by time, there sat a man
playing a rhyme. Here and there, there and here sang the
man. Here and there, there and here danced the man.” So he
sat there atop the ship's mast singing his song, forever in
sorrow and in memory of his one true love. So this is the
end of my tale. All ye who sat here listening to my tale I
thank you and so I bid you farewell from but a humble story
weaver.
Adam S. Brown is a student at Santa Rosa Adult School in Milton,
Florida. His teacher is Rhonda Currier.
To Whom It May ConcernTo whom it may concern, I wish this was easier for me.
But over the course of my life, I’ve lost a few pieces of me.
To whom it may concern,
I think I’m drowning in my thoughts
And I believe I’ve lost my faith