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Lament on Lost Bandana - Trina Isakson
Thou shieldedth mine head from the Sun,
when its rays powerethd o'er me;
Thou hidth mine eyes at night, when light
from halls and streets pouredth onto
mine bed;
Thou removedth the wetness from mine brow,
when the air, so moist and warm,
bringethd mine skin to sweat;
I showedth thee compassion;
I washedth thee with mine two hands to
removeth the stench I bringethd unto
thee;
I carried thee nearst mine breast, so
as never to loseth thee.
But nay!
My concern did waneth but for a moment;
On the people mover betwixt Hot and
Mae Sariang;
In my hast of disembarkment, I lost thee.
For two score less four weeks thou hadst
been my companion.
But no more.
I wilst remember thee fondly, in pictures
and in thought;
I darest not replaceth thee, for none could
compare;
Thy soft texture,
Thy brilliant emerald colour,
Thy absorption capabilities.
Nay! None other would suffice.
Alas, farewell mine bandana.
Mine lament groweth strong,
but not in strength to mine love for thee.
Dedicated to my bandana, companion in travels Feb 17 2004 - Oct 29 2004
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