Poetry by Terry McDermott


            
 

            
From the Adventures of Derek the Red



            The Stones Are Free

            
Storks nested on homes 

            The women wore wooden shoes 

            Had History been reborn 

            Asked Derek the Red 

            The old scar faced man answered 

            No it has not been 

            You sought and have found 

            It's your choice to take one stone 

            Derek the Red was shocked 

            How could these rare stones be free 

            Surely a price had been paid

            
Author's Note: This segment
            was done in the Naga Uta form.

            
 

            


            The Story of the Old Man
            With the Scarred Face

            
Born in poverty 

            Son 

            Of a humble shoemaker 

            But 

            Destiny set a different course 

            Tulip Town was once ruled by an evil tyrant 

            Then one day 

            I decided to make a stand 

            My weapon was a stick 

            The tyrant laughed 

            As his sword butchered me 

            Thinking I was dead his solders buried me 

            Struggling deep in the dirt I escaped my grave 

            When my face felt the cool breeze 

            Tulips of all colors sprouted from the barren soil 

            The tyrant fled

            
Author's Note: This one was
            done in the PI form. Next Derek the Red will tell his story.

            


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            his other poetry: January,
            December, November,
            and October.

            
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