The Sentence

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"I Sentence You to.."

“I Sentence You to..”

The Sentence

What say ye gentlemen,

tis it to prison, or nay

for this cur that I see,

afore me today?”


And thus to my peers,

his Honor did ask.

And his loathing for I,

made no effort, to mask.


Charged with a theft,

in which I held no quarter,

but only guilty of thieving,

the love of his daughter.


So a scheme it was planned

then set unto play,

and some goods, they said stolen,

to my lodgings, found way.


Then I was arrested

upon my return.

While the sheriff, no wish

of the truth to be learned.


Left shackled in a place

of iron and stone,

and allowed not a soul

nor a voice, but my own.


With no counsel permitted,

the food rotted, and spare.

And with lice then infesting

my beard and my hair.


I sat and I pondered

for God knows how long,

 with but the thought of my true love,

be keeping me strong.


Then taken was I,

for a bath and a shave.

Where a note sneaked from her,

urged me on, to be brave.


Now the courtroom was empty

save the judge and the six.

Wherest the sheriff continued

with his dastardly tricks.


Your Honor” had said he

this man’s sure the thief,

and guilty as charged

so be my belief.”


So when faced to the court

for my final say,

I spoke only in truths

and hoped the jury, to sway.


Well, when the jury returned

in less than a trice,

eyes averted from mine,

like so many mice.


Not a man there amongst them,

I knew in my heart.

And the life that we’d planned,

would be then, torn apart.


And thus the question was posed,

and the foreman then stated,

’twas “guilty” said he,

so now my fate, I awaited.


The eyes of the judge

said no mercy to spare.

 But as he stood to announce

came a voice loud, but so fair!


Father” she said

he’d not committed that crime,

for he’d laid down beside me

at the sheriff’s said time!”


So if you send him to prison

and from me take away,

I will speak to you not

for the rest of your days.”


Then I saw that those eyes

had given way, to some thought.

Had his daughter succeeded,

where the truth, it had not?


Then he looked at me square,

and asked “if she’d be my wife.”

When it was “yes” I proclaimed,

he pronounced my sentence “be life!”


Jack Downing

Oct. 2012

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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4 Responses to The Sentence

  1. Beth Ann says:

    Nice one, Jake!! That one should be set to music….

  2. Sally says:

    Funny… only a man!!

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