Stories: The Flight of Elder Williams
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The town of Abashiri is dominated by two large hills that stand above the central part of the city. The hills were so steep that we had to ride down in the street rather than stick to the sidewalks, and our descents tended to be fairly high-speed. While I was there, I was witness to the most famous bicycle accident of the day. The moment was later immortalized in a song performed by Elder Corbridge, Elder Reynolds and myself at a mission talent show. Later in my mission I had some down time when a companion was sick and rather than doing something more productive, I wrote what I like to term an "epic poem" about the event.
The Flight of Elder Williams
By Ethan W. Scott
Upon the crested hill he stood.
He knew if given the chance he would
Swoop down to victory in the race.
He knew that he would take first place.
Twas the mighty Elder Williams.
His iron steed would do him fine.
He rode it to the starting line
And bravely challenged the other three:
Im the fastest one youll ever see!
Taunted mighty Elder Williams.
And thus behold the light turned green.
Willy was off like a laser beam.
The others started right behind;
I was the last one off the line,
Behind mighty Elder Williams.
Like mighty eagles down we soared
Upon the gently curving road.
And though I peddled furiously,
I could not catch the other three,
Including Elder Williams.
And though the race had started fast,
Old Willy couldnt make it last.
The others came and quickly passed.
Would Elder Williams come in last?
No! Not the mighty Williams.
Three of us saw danger ahead
And knew it would be best instead
Of flying down at breakneck pace
To terminate that fateful race.
All but Elder Williams.
The others slowed, but he would not.
He knew that this could be his shot,
Continued on at blazen speed
And passed them all to take the lead.
On flew Elder Williams.
Perhaps he hadnt seen the truck.
From my viewpoint he looked quite stuck
Between the truck and gravity.
It was an awful sight to see
The plight of Elder Williams.
I didnt want to see him crash,
Fly through the cabin hit the dash
The trucks rear end was coming near;
I turned my head in dreadful fear.
Oh, poor Elder Williams.
There was but one last chance to take.
He grasped his hand upon the brake.
And though it wasnt very clever.
He pulled quite hard upon that lever.
Look out Elder Williams!
His back wheel went into a skid;
From that point on he quickly slid
Into the guardrail at his side
To terminate that fateful ride.
And up went Elder Williams.
For one brief moment he had flown
Away up from his earthly home.
But his grand flight just didnt last.
He came back down again quite fast.
Down went Elder Williams.
The bright sunlights reflected gleam
Came glancing off the steely beam;
Except where Willy hit his head.
Hes lucky that he wasnt dead.
Blessed Elder Williams.
Damaged from his perilous fall,
Hes spitting blood, but thats not all.
Those spots of white midst crimson red
Upon the sidewalk quickly spread
The teeth of Elder Williams.
Our next stop? The oral surgeon.
Knew that we could surely urge him
To help us with our messy plight;
If he could just but see the sight
Hed fix up Elder Williams.
That faithful dentist had a look
Upon the x-rays he had took.
Theres not much left within your mouth.
Those broken teeth they must come out,
He said to Elder Williams.
That first shot of anesthetic
Given by the faithful medic
Caused a gurgle at the pain.
The others looked on in disdain
At the bleeding Elder Williams.
As Willy sat amidst the gore,
And I looked on in frightful horrr
The elder standing next to me
Was taking pictures furiously
Of the bleeding Elder Williams.
When asked how many teeth hed lost
Willy quickly summed the cost.
And smiling wide for all to see,
He bravely called the number, Fwee!
The moral of this fateful story
For those who seek for honr or glory:
Sometimes tis better not to race.
Im glad I didnt take first place,
Instead of Elder Williams. |
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