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          POEMS - 2022 - Samuel B. Herredsford the 3rd



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          SAMUEL B. HERREDSFORD the 3rd



          Samuel B. Herredsford the 3rd

          Is not Samuel’s current name

          But nonetheless important

          In a very auspicious game


          Samuel and his men went marching

          O’re the heather of Brittle-Brack

          As Samuel carried the ashes of

          His brother upon his back


          They trekked beneath a sky of gray
          At dawn, high up on the moors
          Their long-guns loaded with bullets

          Their sacs with gauze and cures


          They solemnly sang a mournful song

          Whilst climbing the wintery peak
          Which overlooked the county

          With it’s borders tense and bleak


          When Samuel stopped to take a rest

          And the mist from the mountain cleared

          He trembled at a startling sight

          As his brother’s killer neared


          Both troops of men kept climbing
          One just behind the other
          One who carried the ashes

          And one who killed his own brother


          When Samuel B. reached the top
          He spun around with feet set apart
          And raised his gun, cocked by his ear

          To block the rising rampart


          Samuel yelled out, “You shall stand down!”
          Eying a bead on his brother’s head
          “No I shall not!” replied his brother

          “I’ve a right to respect the dead!”


          Samuel the 3rd focused his aim
          And steadied his shoulder to shoot
          When a flock of pheasants flew to the air

          Striking chaos amongst the group


          Rocks and gravel swirled in the wind
          As soldiers dropped to the ground
          Mayhem, havoc and bedlam ensued

          In the din of the turbulent sound


          Barrels of rifles swung in the air
          As none could see the other
          None could tell the difference between

          An enemy ... or a brother


          “Stand down I say!” yelled Samuel
          “Turn around and don’t look back!”
          As he tried to gain his footing

          And spurn a sudden attack


          But Samuel’s brother lay lifeless

          Cold and mute upon the ground

          For he had suffered a heart attack

          In the "maylay" of the round


          Samuel dropped his rifle and cried
          With tears in both his eyes
          “One's reduced to ashes

          And one gives up and dies!”


          The brother’s men took action
          And pounded the lifeless heart
          But t’was Samuel’s chest
          That pummelled in pain

          O’re the war that tore them apart


          Samuel turned his face to Heaven
          And wept in a beam of light
          “Take me! Not him!” was Samuel’s cry

          “I’ll bear the horrid plight!”


          But the brother’s men had found a pulse

          And wrapped him shivering in a blanket

          They propped him up to see the view

          Gave him brandy … and he drank it


          Samuel the 2nd then tried to speak

          As he gasped for a wisp of air

          Whilst he and his brother locked their eyes

          In a searingly painful stare


          Samuel the 3rd bellowed with rage

          And heaved the urn's dust to the sky

          “T’was never more a gentle man

          Than the one I lift on high!”


          “Hate has destroyed the innocent
          Their lives a sorrowful song
          Leaving us the rough and ragged

          To render right from wrong.”


          As Samuel waved the urn in angst
          Lightening struck the ashes
          Whirls of which encircled the men

          And landed on their lashes


          “Oy!” cried Samuel, wiping his eyes
          With scarred and swollen wrists
          “The ashes have turned to embers!

          On fire within our midst!”


          Swirling cinders fanned to flames
          As thunder roared up the vale
          And seasoned soldiers held their breath

          At sights beyond the pale


          The broiling blaze then split apart

          Revealing one of their kin

          As Samuel B. Herredsford the 1st

          Emerged from world’s within


          There on top of the mountain
          Amidst the struggle and the strife
          Their most beloved brother

          Had stepped back into life


          He blinked and winked and spun around
          Wth his finger upon his chin
          And tilted his head so slightly

          With a mischievously roguish grin


          He opened his mouth
          And from it flowed
          Words that poured into a bowl
          “With this I dane to save you from

          Destroying what’s left of your soul.”


          “Thank you for the send off” he mused
          “But it is I who’ll be sending you
          For God above has granted me

          One final fateful coup.”


          “I’ve watched you from the heavens
          As the light dimmed from your stars
          And lest I make this wish for you

          You cannot heal the mars


          So here it is my brothers
          To save you from the battle
          From this day forth you shall be known

          As roaming highland cattle


          You shall keep your memories
          Of family and of home
          But you will forage for fodder

          That springs from earthen loam


          You shall have a coat of hair
          To keep you warm in winter
          But you will hide behind the trees

          To shield you in the hinter


          You shall have a set of horns
          To scare the wits of foes
          But you will play with children

          Who will kiss you on the nose


          And when your days are over

          And you lay amongst the stones
          The hatred will have melted

          From the marrow of your bones.”


          Then a gentle zephyr wind

          Cloaked the soldiers in a mist

          Up and up their spirits went

          While their bodies guised in grist


          And when they returned to mortal ground

          Their hooves made prints on the earth
          Such a peace they had not known

          Since the days before their birth


          Then down the mountain the brothers strolled

          On a path different from which they climbed
          For they were ignorant of the borders

          That divided most mankind


          That night their families went searching

          On a quest some thought absurd

          But to their shock, they found aloft

          An inexplicably mysterious new herd


          And after years of waiting

          For Samuel the 2nd and 3rd

          There was still only speculation

          O're memories bleak and blurred


          The elders continued fighting

          Refusing to breach the tether

          But the youth would not be tarnished

          By the schisms of the nether


          So the offspring met in meadows

          In bleak and beautiful weather
          Where they danced around their fathers
          Who grazed side-by-side together


          And alas! The youngest's epiphany
          Was to give both of the steers new names
          And so they became Hamish & Shamish

          In a raft of New Highland Games.


          Sheila Willar - 20221217

          Merry Christmas and Peace on Earth!



               
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          1 John 4:20    KJV


          If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?


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          Matthew 18:3    KJV


          And said [Jesus], Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of Heaven.

               

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          Luke 2:7-14   KJV


          7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.


          8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.


          9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.


          10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.


          11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.


          12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.


          13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,


          14

          Glory to God

          in the highest,

          and on earth peace,

          good will

          toward men.


               

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          On of the biggest failures of human-kind, is the failure to acknowledge and respect the truths within each other.


          SW - 20221217


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