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A poem of Adventure written for a 5 year old boy and his mother. |
The Jacob I knew thought it through When he scoured the coasts of Creelay The brigand was bold and filled his hold With riches he gathered that day How learned he his trade to pistol and blade To fear not when the storms came full front His mother it seems, had perilous dreams That her son would in victory hunt So tenderly young, the songs that she sung Were of weapons and peril unbound She had no doubt, he’d lead a rout Releasing the inward war hound As each year came, he gathered fame He wrestled each foe to his knees His dashing good looks, were published in books His winks to the lasses did please To his mother he swore, a perilous chore The Jewel of Timbor to obtain On her breasts it would lay, honorific display No matter the danger or pain At the coast of Crelay, that fair jewel lay Guarded by sinister folk A hard hearted lot, slaves sold and bought To live under their cold cruel yoke Through Taverns he’d crawl, he’d muster and brawl Each night he’d gather more men With talks of great loot, give nay sayers boot His voice surmounted the den He finally had those good and bad To train for his bold assault With scores to settle, and test their mettle To storm and wreck a vault There was Slim of Fleems, dim witted it seems But a fist as hard as rock And Andrea the sweet, with knifes replete Cruel males she would defrock Then Jess the Just, a galeforce gust Would with blade defend the weak And curly lock Shirl would men hurl If a fight they came to seek Ronald the quite, could quell a riot When his crushing crossbow raged So goes the list, you get the gist Of the crew that was engaged When they raised their sails, one hundred males And there stood lasses forty and two The bow cut water as if eager for slaughter They sang songs of wrongs past due Back to that day, a gut wrenching fray They stormed the fortress red The heads displayed on the palisade Fueled fury as Jacob led. Each inch they fought, each yard they bought Left companions still and cold They gave once more, then crushed the door To gain the inner hold The final test, the stone to wrest Was a beast called Craven Fear Near nine feet tall, with a weighty mall His eyes insanely clear Then Jacob forward leapt, his men backward crept When the mall came crashing down Jacob he danced, small wounds he lanced But Craven would not even frown The fight ensued, Craven’s taunts were lewd The mighty Jacob seemed to tire His legs once nimble began to tremble His shoulder ached like fire Craven sensed, his foe sweat rinsed To end this pesky life He was too slow with his final blow His heart found Jacobs knife The others fell as the bards will tell Jacobs crew like berserkers did fight With freedom bought, slaves fiercely fought Through the smoke-filled the night Jacob had swore to sleep no more Till the Jewel of Timbor was in hand Each closet and crack, each room and each sack So the fortress was sifted like sand Andrea the Sweet, had her blade seat On the throat of a high level thug He recanted as last, his life nearly past A great chamber twas under a rug At the great throne, cast from slaves bone Crimson carpet they eagerly threw To no ones surprise, steep downward lies Riches formerly known to a few Far past jade vases, and gold filled cases Only one thing could catch Jacobs eyes Through facets light danced, all colors enhanced By the jewel that would be his prize At last they left, the city bereft Of the cancer that courted its ways A week on the seas, with riches to please Toasting the lost and singing their lays Jacob he came, not quite the same After all the carnage he knew His mood would wander, perilously ponder His nightmares were not a few A chain of gold, filigreed bold Adorned the Jewel of Timbor On Kim’s breast it would rest She glowed as all remember So Jacobs quest, a personal test His mother, so proud was she “My fine son, has duly won His legend on the sea” For Kim and Jacob 8-9-2013 |