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whistlerman

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Come sit by me and listen to
The story I shall tell,
About a man who learned the skill
Of whistling very well.

He stood upon a mountaintop
Beneath the rising sun,
And gazed upon the valley fields
Before the song begun.

The valley fields stretched endlessly
Between twin glinting seas,
The mountain which he stood upon
Sat high above the trees.

But why’d he choose a mountaintop
To whistle out his tune?
The notes would make the valleys laugh
And make his lady swoon.

She lived in a small wooden house
Amid the lilac field;
Her feelings toward the whistler-man
She never had revealed.

She sat upon her wooden roof
And glanced up at the sky.
But she heard naught but chirping birds
And she began to sigh.

She’d waited there for hours now-
The chores had been complete,
“With nothing left to do,” she thought,
“Why not stay on my seat?”

As soon as she began to doubt
A whistle met her ear;
She listened to her lover’s song
Until the stars grew clear.

The song was high but never shrill-
As cheerful as a bird,
She knew his song would truly be
The best she ever heard.

And once the song had ended, he
Climbed down the mountain peak,
And ran toward his lady’s house
And he began to speak.

“My dear, the song I just whistled-
Its compliments are few.
It wasn’t even half as grand
As someone fine as you.”
english assignment: write a ballad.

so i did.
and i figured...
why not post it?
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