the stranger


( story 03/14/11)

I saw a man coming down the road

Head held high, eyes were strong.

He stopped and asked of me

If he could have a bite to eat.

His clothes were all torn and tattered

I asked him what was the matter.

He looked at me and his eyes turned down

His face changed from a smile to a frown.

Hard times I have come across

I was let go by my boss

He said the times was making him downsize

And he had to let go of people to survive.

Everyone was doing the same

People losing their jobs was quite a shame.

Being a farmer who had hard times too

I knew exactly what he was going thru.

So I invited him inside to sit for a spell

For traveling these roads could really be hell.

He was given some soup to take

the chill out of his bones

And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.

He was then given some dinner to eat

To this man it was quite a treat.

The farmer told him he could bathe and

stay the night – and if he wanted to leave

He could leave at first light.

He laid out some pajamas for him to wear

Even gave him some clean underwear.

The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”

And he slept peacefully throughout the night.

When he awoke there was breakfast on the table

Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.

After having breakfast he felt like a new man

He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.

He thanked the farmer and asked him his name

He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:

J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.

He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes

On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.

So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went

Thinking that this man was heaven sent.

As he walked a mile down the road

He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly

For being so kind to a man in need.

He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door

To be greeted by someone he had never saw.

“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”

That would be me ! What can I do for you?

He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger

Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.

He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe

And to have a good nights sleep, then gave

Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.

I don’t see how here you could have stayed

When my wife and I were in another county far away.

But there has been stories going around

About someone helping people when their luck was down.

As he said that – the strangers back pack fell

to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.

The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.

He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground

And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.

The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON

And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.

HOPE

Now who could this man have been ?

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About poetlou

i am known as the story telling poet and my poems are in rhyme and verse. i write about all subject matter. i am also on poemhunter.con with over 700 poems listed and on five other sites. i have written a " hope series" with thirteen stories which i think is of interest, and i will post the first one and if you like it , i will then post the others. ENJOY THE READS
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