The pictured mound memorial
Astounded fervent lore
I adore
Of what taught I dream
Sought criers lean
You of what I am
Then amidst a liar’s lend
Friars pretty vend
Myths rend
Follow hence follow thence
A critter’s howl
Thus freedoms call
What an honest man
Whom lures amidst fools
To mock their deceit
A roar in it’s den
Of fear no honour’s friend
A man amidst thieves
My conscience is clean
Though rumours ream
Shame’s deem
Stand before a mirror
Waste where liar’s shiver
Moon shines river
Thus of no friend’s word
They played a fool’s course
Upon a friend
Verity folds my hands
May honesty deliver chance
Sheer romance
Take no word from a thief
Though good advice from a beggar
An upright man knows
This of what I am
Don’t share what’s not at hand
In a fools errand