T’was on the autumn road, I first saw him
He looked through me without a care
The task that he knew was to make a way through
Where others would not dare
And with the lamp of the moon be paced
With nothing more than his fiery torch
I saw the ghost of the Pannier Man
Walk by the derelict churchyard porch
My heart leapt at his blood red face
And the stare of his firm intent
I saw the Pannier Man go walking
Utterly content.
Pitish-Cristi 1842-1901
This says so much Chris and in this case the rhyming suits the story, I really like this.
Richard