Stoner version of "The Golden Road to Samarkand"

[Medical Marijuana]

The caravan of pilgrims come upon a caravan, sharing the same path on The Golden Road to Samarkand. The master of the Caravan is unimpressed with the stoners, but stunned by their resolve.
A small licence on history here.



***** THE CAMEL MASTER :
Allah, help us deal with our tolerances as we bravely commit ourselves to the peace cause. May we stay strong and high as we face our foes. May we never run out of weed as we cross the land of Allah. May we always have water for our bubblers, and fire for our joints.

THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN :
But who are ye in rags and rotten shoes,
You dirty-bearded stoners, blocking up the way?

THE STONERS :
We are the Stoners, master; we shall go
Always a little higher: it may be
Beyond the last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet with a bong who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.

We will go and smoke to all corners of the globe. Join us, pilgrims, as we smoke for peace. 420 Magazine's Caravan of enlightenment is free to join. Bring yer own camel.

The Master of the Caravan weeps because he has no hash.
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A PILGRIM WITH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE :
Sweet to ride forth at evening from the songs
When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
And softly through the silence bubble the bongs
Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.

A MERCHANT :
We travel not for trafficking hash:
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not so dash
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.

THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN :
Open the gate, O watchman of the night!

THE WATCHMAN :
Ho, travellers, I open. For what land
Leave you the dim-moon city of delight?

THE MERCHANTS with a shout
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand. We are emissaries from 420 Magazine bringing hemp and marijuana awareness to the infidel moral majority. We are briggands for peace. We are the pilgrims. We have arrived.

The Caravan passes through the gate

[julianne]

Cool. I like this version. My camel and I will join your pilgramage.

[Medical Marijuana]

Many mysteries await us.....fresh fallen snow ahead.

[Medical Marijuana]

for our history buffs lol