One
of the things
this Ogre told to me
Was of a dear friend
you had to hear to see
“When we first met
there were storms and clouds
Lost out in the sea
Voices hushed by the shrouds”
“The only way I found him
was cause his voice rang out
But as I drew nearer
it wasn’t from a shout”
“He was laughing at the sky
with his arms wide open
Barely giving a struggle
A soft kick, his only token”
“How can you be carefree?
I asked this feathered avian
To which he replied,
“Because I am a favian.””
“He taught me to let go
and not fight what we see
He taught me the way
and how to be free
“I found I could let go
of the driftwood I held
I found the two sides
together I could meld”
“We found a beach
and the out pulled the tide
As the sun scorched
even the shadows couldn’t hide”
“And even then
he still gave
Everything he could
Many, many times
I thought
More than he should”
“He taught me to have heart
and to always be a part
But he also showed to me
not to give even a fart”
If you listen closely
you can hear him in my laugh
Because I once stood next to
the King of Gaff
Gaff (gaf) n. [ < OProv gaf or Sp gafa ]
1. a large hook
on a pole for landing fish 2. a spar supporting a fore and
aft sail – stand the gaff [Slang] to bear up well under
punishment, ridicule, etc.