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The Tale of the Young Apprentice
Grandpa
head rests on hand
eyes glancing this way and
that, as he surveys the chess board.
Thinking.
Grandpa
taught him to play.
A boy of about six
too many pieces on the board
poor boy.
Grandpa
died and the boy
wept. He played on and still.
He has a son, there will be no
checkmate.
Cinquains By DB (09/08/2006)
head rests on hand
eyes glancing this way and
that, as he surveys the chess board.
Thinking.
Grandpa
taught him to play.
A boy of about six
too many pieces on the board
poor boy.
Grandpa
died and the boy
wept. He played on and still.
He has a son, there will be no
checkmate.
Cinquains By DB (09/08/2006)
Published 5th Jul 2011
| Edited 20th Jul 2011
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