Donning the Air Ring of the Healing Word
****RING ACTION****
Becoming Silvered
Twenty-five years ago, as a young man,
I crossed a wide ocean to live in Japan.
Not one single word did I actually know,
and those that I did, I would swiftly let go.
I learned that a bed was called a futon
to rhyme with a phrase such as "sleeping on stone",
I slept on tatami, drank o-cha (that's tea)
ate rice and raw fish, but tofu? Ah, me.
While loved by a myriad Japanese throng,
my stomach declared that we didn't belong.
I learned to ride trains, to say, thank you and please,
and wrote in a journal with just Japanese.
I married and fathered three children, who see
the pleasures I have writing this poetry.
Then five pleasant years ago, TORC crossed my view,
the rest is all history, spent loving you!
Within this fine guild I was given a ring,
an honor I treasure, and thus here I bring,
my tribute to those, who have given me joy,
and trusted my wisdom this gift to employ.
Twenty-five years, and some things have not changed,
but I am still Parm, though a tad more deranged!
Your silver-annniversaried servant,
Parm
*** END RING ACTION***
Parm tucks his simple ring away into the folds of his cloak,
leaves another one of those amazing "wish trays" from Imladris,
swirls his cloak about him, and strides off to further adventures!