and placed my hero there at the start,
riding up a mountain on an old horse,
but paused, admiring the vista below—
it was just before the ambush was to hit.
And there I abandoned him, poor fool.
I had had better plans for him, true,
but isn’t that always the case?
Hard done by he was to have been,
disgraced and bought to low esteem,
but being doughty and sure of purpose—
never casting it off for ease or self—
he would have endured through life and love
until his glorious self-sacrifice at the end.
I doubt if he will ever make it now,
worse luck for him…it seems
I ambushed the coward after all.
Thank you for reading I set out to write a book. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.
The photograph was taken from the top of Barrett Hill in Pomfret, CT…one kick…
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