here I will disappear
and you will bear witness
you will wait, my dear
oldest friend, my hound
you and I have travelled time
what adventures we found
waiting at every turn
treasure deeply buried
yet the quest burns
deep inside, we seek
the one truth, but this time
you must guard it
the tree of life, let none
come near it, my friend
I will find the fountain
of youth, for her -
A five stanza story inspired by the
magpietales
Ninot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteThe elusive fountain of youth is there waiting to be discovered. Wonderful take, Ma'am!
Hank
Sometimes we do not realize how battered the world is. And someone needs to save it once in a while.
DeleteSo very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry. It is rather sad too, no?
Deletenice...love that quest for truth...the tree of life is a great touch as well...and that you are looking for the fountain of youth, not for yourself but for the tree...that is beautiful
ReplyDeleteYes, Brian. You saw that. We need a hero once in a while, don't we?
DeletePoignant, charming and beautiful! Brava!
ReplyDeleteThank you TW. I enjoyed yours too!
DeleteThat tree of life does look a trifle dead though, don't you think? I hope he finds the elixir of life to restore it! Hehehe! But a nice little Mag, nevertheless. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks dear. It is a precarious time for the tree of life.
Deletenice take on this image. It is a precarious time indeed for the tree of life.
ReplyDeletePoor tree of life indeed. But the dog would be a good protector.
Deleteah, just lovely - appearances can be so deceptive, can't they?
ReplyDeleteDear Ruth,
DeleteDeceptive they are. But so is many things around us, waiting to be uncovered. Thank you for dropping by!
truly beautiful poem..x
ReplyDeleteDear Kay,
DeleteGlad you liked it.
Oh, that is so romantic. What a lovely interpretation. Love it :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dreamer!
DeleteA magnificent saga Ninot!.....I want more! :-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie my dear,
DeleteWe will imagine the ending in our minds, and there will be many spin offs to the story. How are you my friend?
Lovely poem, and makes one sad that such a companion as a good dog lives such a relatively short time. Joys shared, but solitary grief suffered when they go
ReplyDeleteHi Stafford!
ReplyDeleteThank you once again and do keep coming back. You definitely make me smile!
Dogs do become our keepers of sorts, don't they?
ReplyDeletelove the trust conveyed
ReplyDeleteand the dog will do his duty for his master
lovely