One true fact for Hey JudeA Poem by Poeticpiersstory poem
One true fact
From whence he came nobody knew. Out of the mists he came alone A frightened child in ragged clothes How he survived remains unknown He cannot or will not tell from where he came or who he is. Found wandering in a freezing hell few places are as bleak as this. Snow clad the rugged mountains rise Far, far above the plains below. A barren place of rock and snow scoured by the bitter winds which blow. I have to say with certainty. No human beings could live here. But I am wrong apparently this child appearing makes that clear. We were all taken by surprise to see this urchin wandering Yet there he was before our eyes In need of help and shivering. His urgent need must override the object of our mission Unanimously we decide this alters our position. We have no choice we have to try to save the life of this small child. It's not our place to wonder why he came to be here in the wild. We radio H.Q. for aid explain the situation. There are arrangements to be made for this small boys reception. We keep him warm and give him food Descend the mountain carefully H.Q had fully understood and had prepared accordingly. When we arrived he was flown to the nearest modern hospital. Where they would do all they could do to save his life if possible. We done our best could do no more but wait and pray impatiently. Sit by the wireless waiting for some news of his recovery. News came he was responding well but still he could or would not speak. there was no way that we could tell. Why he was wandering on the peak. It must remain a mystery a subject we will long debate. Though we discuss it endlessly. At least we can appreciate. The boy will live that is enough and make a full recovery Although we'll never know the truth of how and why he came to be. Alone amidst the ice and snow abandoned on a mountain peak. Where human beings rarely go The boy is dumb he cannot speak. His story he can never tell Despite our curiosity Perhaps in time if all goes well we will resolve the mystery. We must return try to complete research we set out to do. Though warring theories will compete for ever more as theories do. No one can say with certainty Though experts may pontificate upon this strange anomaly. I do not care to speculate. What does it matter anyway The boy is safe and that will do. No longer wandering astray That fact I know at least is true. 05/04/2009 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers © 2009 Poeticpiers |
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Added on June 15, 2009 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more.. |

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