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Date Posted: 19:27:09 04/10/07 Tue
Name: Stoakly Centurio
Dorm: AA
Poem Name: Oh THE AROMA
Oh, the sweet smell,
As they came back through the door.
The warriors' return,
putting a smile on the poor.
Amid the smiles,
Laughter is few.
For they left with fifty,
and returned with thirty-two.
Oh, the brave,
How they touched us so.
Helping us, protecting us,
As they fought their worthy foe.
The pies are cooking,
The tea is churning,
The elders are talking,
And the children are learning.
A long talk,
On a stormy night,
but the Warriors' Return,
putting a smile for the bright.
Oh, the aroma.
Smiles on their faces,
I remember,
when all I saw were disgraces.
Sadness, oh the sadness.
Tears, rolling down their cheeks.
The gloomy summer,
With many gloomy weeks.
Oh, the aroma,
As they marched back in the Abbey,
When for once,
Everybeast was happy.
Oh, the aroma,
Of that great feast,
Celebrating the Warriors' Return,
And fun for everybeast.
But we all remember,
Those we lost.
And in the moment of silence,
My Momma's tears were like frost.
Sadness filled within me,
For my brother Dale, Father Day Senior, and good Uncle Matt.
I choked in tears as I though of the beast who slayed them
Oh that venemous rat.
I wished I could've been there,
To warn my relatives so,
Before they became food,
For that giant gluttonous crow.
My eyes filled with tears,
And I sat down to eat.
I grabbed my fork,
And said a quick prayer for those in need.
I did not think of my life,
or the way I lived it.
But for now on forever,
I would live to the fullest.
Coughing back a tear,
I stabbed my fork in my pie,
Knowing that I was not the only one,
Who had a loved one die.
I looked around the room, at those faces oh so sad.
And for once I was filled with gladness.
And for once I was glad to rid,
Of that terrible sadness.
Oh, the Aroma,
Of that warm meal.
And how I wished that,
None of this were real.
I looked down,
My eyes shut closed.
I said I was sorry,
For the way I lived my life. For it was bad, I supposed.
Now, to bless my Brother, Father, and Uncle,
I made myself a deal,
Always to protect, love, and cherish,
With my rapier of steel.
Oh, the Aroma,
Of that gloomy Feast.
Tears yet smiles,
coming from everybeast...
Oh, the Aroma...
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