A Piece Of Cake

I stayed for a while, on a far away isle,

Kept at my uncle"s expense,

I often would wander the strange country side,

Searching for peace and for rest,

 

One fine Autumn"s morning it seems to this day,

in a dream I went wandering afar,

and awaking to find I"d forgotten the time,

 I hungry, and footsore, and tired.

And the night drove the day, with it"s warm sun away,

and left just a weary old moon,

To brighten my way with her silverey rays,

through a woodland where seldom I saw.

 

More life than the trees and the whispering Reeds,

that grew in some places so tall.

I quickened my pace, to be clear of that place,

a feeling I still can recall.

Should my eyes deceive me, it surely can't be,

somebody approaching my way,

for who would be coming through here in the night,

where so seldom on comes in the day,

 

And straining my eyes, a woman I spy ed,

appearing so ancient and gray.

so stand to the side so that she may divine,

your intentions and pass on her way.

with your fowling piece down, so it points to the ground

and she should not know any fear.

 

On nearing my side, she speaks and her voice,

is a sweetness somewhere in my soul,

and pressing on me a parcel that she.

had carried, I fought for control

But she speaks of a time when my country men died,

in fighting for sweet freedoms sake.

she insists and I just cannot decline ,

and the parcel she makes me to take.

 

I eventually came to a road that was paved,

 and standing there proudly a light.

 I threw myself down on the cold dewy ground,

so glad for respite from the night.

and there was that parcel and now I could see,

it was wrapped in a plain printed page,

I have often considered and say to this day,

was the best cake I ever did eat,