Get Rid Of The Advertisements

John of Pudding Lane
 



Though being short in stature
similarly, lacking social graces,
my ancestor John, a virtuous man,
not frequenting seedy places.

Showing cleverness and bravery
which might other men inspire,
he saved five helpless people
during the greater London fire.

Knowing the task was difficult,
(the ladder as short as he),
John braced himself ‘gainst the hot brick wall,
ladder on shoulders, so people climbed free.

A letter of commendation
and a purse of gold from the king,
were sent to John in appreciation
for doing that wonderful thing.

Though gold never lasts, is spent and gone,
the letter and purse are still treasured,
as precious family heirlooms, held in trust,
not by intrinsic values measured.

The story is told repeatedly
when family members meet
but not something one would wish to share
with all the faces in the street.






By cherryk

© 2018 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  cherryk
Send this poem to a friend
Read viewers comment(s)

This Poem is part of a Challenge: - My Ancestors (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - My Ancestors (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - My Ancestors (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - My Ancestors (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - My Ancestors (challenge has been closed)


The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page