Of Travelers and Thieves

In a continuing effort to avoid putting original thoughts on my Xanga, I thought I would post my favorite poem for a friend who needs a little courage

Of Travelers & Thieves – Jonathan Lindsey Sheehan

Amidst a huddled crowd
Inside a beggar’s lair
dwell four noble travelers
whose thoughts are fine and fair

To the crowd they speak aloud
all the four as one
Be not afraid to trust thy heart
and with us ye shall come

None be a peasant none be a knave
In this night of knights ye all are brave

The thieves inside thee make advances
borne of fears they steal your chances

In all humanity thieves exist
so every race must clench their fist
and come together to travel as one
a mighty flock beneath the sun

“To our home we must stay nigh,”
was the beggar’s first reply

A gain the travelers spoke aloud

“within the lair there’s great despair
outside we learn to love and care

The thieves with greed should have no place
In a truly caring human race

Just sing with us and you will see
that inner joys are not forbidden
your inhibitions keep them hidden”

The huddled crowd then rose to speak
“The thieves have made us much too weak”

In song the travelers sang as one

“The only thieves that still remain
are those which lurk inside our brain

Worse than a demon, worse than a troll,

is the thief that steals your soul”

In glee the beggars start to see
the power of the jubilee

The night of knights
was a full moon glow
whilst together the crowd
would learn and grow

With a confident trust
their swords they thrust
as they set off to the hills

As one traveler verse begun

Holdeth this joy within your heart
and take this chance to make a start

and as go the leaves on winter trees
so will the presence of inner thieves

Once free to roam the bountiful earth
they hence discovered all her worth

And merry all the land would be
while the sun approached a darkened sea

And for the travelers off they be
with their song that set us free