Oral Poem

I Sing now of the praises of
The one of the land of the Son of Mat,
Assiduous Allison, always a-work,
The strong-willed and smartly seen,
The collector of capital counts of wood.

The Noble Born, in bold banter
Spoke of the twice ten-thousand sticks, seen
And gathered for great gain in youth,
When her years were but of twice three and one.
A quest quite uncontainable was undertaken,
To do the unsurmountable in order to attain the awesome
Possession of that which is prized beyond the plain.
The gemmed and jeweled, the joyous jade
Tiny troll, treasurable and wondrous toy
That was forbid from the forces that forever reign.

And so to an impossible task indomitable Allison entered,
To do battle with the place of the big birches,
To lift not leaves but loads of light sprigs
And set them in soft stacks of several thousand.

To this Assiduous Allison set herself strongly, her sights
Going to the great gift of gold at the close,
And her cast-iron strength coasting through calamity.
For in the land of the large lake a lasting wind blew
And spawned a storm of swirling sounds
Which struck the trees and sprayed the earth
With twigs of number measureless to tell.
But the Noble Born basely backed out not
And she came to the task in splendid form
And did what is taken to be a towering triumph of time.

For when twice ten-thousand sticks were treasured
Did four five-spots flow to her,
And they were price enough to purchase the prize
Of the gemmed and jeweled and jaded Troll,
Treasure beyond the arms of ten tens of trees.
And so I sing of such a strong will,
And wish to witness new works of wonder.