The Merchant
Ruffed, rugged and dust beaten
With blistered lips.
From the wilderness
The merchant returns to the city.
Bearing bruises and scars that tell
Of his beleaguered journey.
Lost a few bets, swindled.
But behold the merchant is a lot wiser.
By Lebohang Thaisi
* Thaisi is Sec of Eclectic Writers Club of Free State
March 11th, 2008 at 8:59 am
I like the alliteration in this poem - but of course Mr Thaisi is an experienced poet
March 11th, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Short and pithy