A Sundays wanderings .

[Kevin the grey]

Brothers in Arms


Hearty and hale,
we stand without fail .
Brothers in Arms we clasp .

Blood drips from chain mail,
as the arrows do sail,
and the command to attack out does rasp .

One last embrace ,
before death we do face ,
Is it they or myself I make brave ?


Hearts quicken their pace ,
as we take our just place.
Will I die a strong man or knave ?


No time left to wonder ,
as heavy hooves thunder .
Standing in Stirrups we race .


Plans and plots fall,
as we answer the call .
Yet again it is death we must face .


Sun shines on a-pace,
my heart does not race .
My last die has been cast .


Oh for just one more taste,
of that heroes embrace.
Too early to breath my last .


At the end no regret ,
I did not forget .
My brothers creed did stand true .


As my last sun does set ,
it was my best day yet.
Deaths cold embrace ? Just his due .

 

[Astrodada]

Swordman's song.........

 

[munk]

I don't sing too many blood-letting songs when I chop a Ponderosa Pine tree down.




munk

 

[Kevin the grey]

I don't sing too many blood-letting songs when I chop a Ponderosa Pine tree down.
munk

I wonder how many arrows you would get out of one of those suckers . L:O:L

Its hard sometimes to get a feel for each other over the intimate anonymity of the internet . We are closer than that here and in truth to some this is just a way of keeping in touch when they can,t visit .

I have a wide range of interests and so meet a wide range of people . Every so often I come across a crew . More than a team or a well oiled machine .People who have seen each other through thick or thin and in some cases have been blooded together . I came across one such crew of bear hunters a little while back . I walked up to a guy to ask him about his quiver . A huge affair of luxuriant brown to black fur . I asked him if it was beaver and of course he told me it was from a bear he killed last season .
While black bear are not much more difficult than a whitetail to perforate they tend to get right testy about the local woodland creatures questioning their right to predominance . In fact they can get downright nasty about it !
This guy introduced me to the rest of his crew and we started talking bear . You should be shooting a heavier bow in the 60 pounds and up range . Nice heavy durable ash arrows and big pointy things on the end of them .
You could tell there was a toughness to these guys . Friendly ,outgoing ,to a certain limit and not gruff boobs who think they are masters of the earth .
You shook hands with them and gave what you got . Firm without trying to prove something and enough shaking to see if there were any coco-nuts up the tree without being an idiot about it .

Nuff said about them . There is a local crew that I would like to be part of . Successful , fun loving , joshing and mostly bow-hunters . For the most part they have little to prove to me or each other . There is one guy who is a bear by nature and appearance . about rugby player sized . He was doing the handshaking routine with the others of his crew and giving even the most fit a thorough jostling . He came to me and I just shook hands normally, giving what I got up to my limit . He was tweaking my wrist and saying how weak it was . I was going to tell him that it had the point of a drill bit embedded in it and it was my off arm to boot . I just told him I was always more impressed by what a man has between his ears than how strong he was and let it go at that . He is a good guy and we all have our ways about it . The handshake and armclasp of modern crews and "fellows well met" of old and receiving my Boken was the inspiration for my Poem " Brothers in Arms "