Oh, I wrote A Poem

For the AU Table

We'll just say it's a wooden fable

sorry, you know I just had to do it

You must forgive me if I blew it.

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Title: A Table Sits In Tok'ra Flats

Author: Debi C

Date: Friday, April 23, 2003

Feedback: dcole6@satx.rr.com

Rating: G

Pairing: none mentioned here

Category: Poem, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, a Crossover of the Table Stories with The Riders of Tok'ra Flats.

Status: Finished

Series: Yachuryabettcha

Season/Spoilers: The Story Arc of The Riders of Tok'ra Flats

Archive: TheBoy, The Cartouche. Anyone else please ask.

Synopsis: An ode to the Table of Tok'ra Flats and long may it stand, er, sit...whatever.

Notes: From the table challenge. This ones not beta'd so there's no fault here but my own

Warnings: This poem has the possibility of placing our team within the realm of Real Western Life. Please do no read if you do not wish to see our heroes engaged in any of the following: Sleeping, bleeding, caring, loving, touching, needing, giving and receiving comfort and joy. No toes, but Cowboys and Indians everywhere.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of The Sci Fi Channel, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I do not own the characters and indeed am only playing with them for a little while. I am not making any money from this so there's very little point in suing me. No copyright infringement whatsoever is intended. The story is for entertainment purposes only. At least I hope it's entertaining. The original characters situations and story is mine. Please check with me first if you want to archive or link to this story.

I am an oaken table that lives in Tok'ra Flats.
I sit where the brave Riders often lay their hats.
I came across the great wide prairie,
To perform many jobs that are often varied.

I serve the lawmen in this big wide open land
Sheriff O'Neill and the deputies that form his band
The brave defenders that side by side will stand,
To keep us safe, to keep us according to the laws plan

Oh, I've sustained some indignities upon my top,
As occasionally their boots they upon me prop.
I've served their meals to give them strength,
And I've seen them set and argue at some length

They've sat at me and played games of chance.
I've watched them all a-reeling at a dance.
I've seen them sicken, I've felt their shame,
I've worn their blood, I've shared their pain.

I've see times of trouble and at the end
I've held the injured bodies of my friends
to help the lady doctor do her best.
And I've taken care of tired lawmen as they rest

I've seen them worn out, seen them sad,
Seen them happy, seen them glad,
I've seen the sheriff's worry for his friends
I've seen him yell, then try to make amends.

they've used my surface to reload their rifles
knowing all the while they would not trifle,
My sturdy oakwood legs will hold the weight
of the defenses that they use to cheat the fates.

I wish I could protect them from the dangers
that often come in the form of strangers
But they have both knowledge and the might
to keep themselves safe throughout the night.

At the end of their many long and diverse days.
I know I've earned their trust in many ways
And it causes my oaken heart to warm
When I know that today, they`ve had no harm.

And when they come home safe to me
I know that it is very easy for all to see
That the riders have much to give
So that we of Tok'ra Flats in peace may live

I came across the great wide prairie
To perform many jobs that are often varied
I sit where the Riders often lay their hats
For am the table that lives in Tok'ra Flats