[Old Sarge]

A silent and a chilly night,
the world 'round me asleep,
no night speech of plant or stone
disturbs this slumber deep,
except for me, one wayward traveler,
looking out into the night,
piercing cloud and misty airs
for one star's twinkling light.

The hostel's lamps are bright, inviting
weary travelers like me,
to take their rest from freezing roads
from windy rain and sleet,
tales of the road ahead
are swapped like royal coins,
and I elect to pass the nights
not leave or gird the loins.

But here with tankard, roasting meat,
and hearth-fire warm as love,
I invite you too - remain with me,
there's naught that you must prove.

(c) 12/24/04
by JSR "Sarge"

[radu]

everyone!

Wishing you all the best of days
filled with happiness!

[radu]

You're looking mighty dapper this evening, Sarge!
A beautiful poem you've written, though the inspiration is a bit sad.
At least you're safe and warm, not stranded in your car along a highway like many have been.

[Soaring Feather]

I welcome thee to this hearth
where bread and drink we may imbibe
take comfort here from the storm
of howling winds and treacherous roads
and sit the while with me this eve
of Hallowed Christmas and Hollied Halls
of cheerful songs way into the night.

The silent wander need not fear the journey
falling ever near
for thy keep is well endowed
and loves heart, too, enshroud
long nights on dry and dusty sands
in long far away ancient lands

The songs will echo over the miles
for we remember the brilliant smiles
of the dancer from this land
stepping ever lightly grand

ever stalwart ever grand.
The stars do hold you in their care.
bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
12/24/04

[international american]

Merry Christmas to all!