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The man from Yem

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The man from Yem

Man From Yem.

Once there lived in the forests of Yem
A tiny grey haired man.
He always wore a happy face
And most thought he was grand.
His face shone out like the stars above
On a dark and silent night
As his voice it whispered love and laughter
And gave folk sweet delight.

He’d walk those bushland trails all day
And always he would learn.
He had no real desires did he
For nothing did he yearn.
He loved the wild beasts, trees and flowers
And the skies on a mystic night
How he loved those nights with the sky afire
With a full moon clear and bright.

He loved his life, and life loved him
And showered him with gifts.
But not those gifts that unwise folk
Might need to get a lift.
His gifts they were the gift of song
The gift of poetry
And too those gifts of happiness
And the gift of mystery.

The beasts and the birds all worshipped him
Like only wild things can.
They’d lie there at the old mans feet
He’d stroke them with his hand
As the gentleness within his soul
Would mesmerize their beings
And the whole of this mans magnitude
These creatures would be seeing.

One day, whilst walking through the bush
Two angry lads strode up.
They’d not felt love for a great long time
It was dry, their loving cup.
They eyed our man with angry scowls
Their looks spelt ill intent.
This old guys, these ugly beings
Had a yearning to torment.

The old man looked them in the eyes
No fear was in his being.
For All their shadows and their fears
His wise old soul was seeing.
He whispered words of wondrous power
And he felt the sky light up
And then he saw the look of love
As it filled two empty cups.

The two young hero’s howled like babes
As he held them in his arms
Showering them with the breath of love
And the shades of Gods pure charm.
The changes took these two sad lads
And they heard a symphony
As their hearts were filled with wondrous joy
That dispelled all misery.

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