Merry England.

In days of old when knights were Bold
And passions ran like fire
Maidens fair would brush their hair
And kneel before their squire

The peasants in the fields would toil
From dawn till light would fail
While castles cast their shadows long
And knights would don the mail

The courtyards rang with steel on steel
As they fought to prove their worth
The minstrels sang their tales of woe
And jesters danced with mirth

The dogs would roam the banquet hall
To scavenge from the floor
A picture of merry England
From a tapestry on the wall.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 09:20

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Just fills the mind with images. Eloquently delivered as always.
2006-05-09


Kathy Lockhart
You just painted your own taperstry of words. I loved it all. I lived there in this poem for the while, never wanting it to end. well done graham. : ) kathy
2006-05-07


Zoya Zaidi
What a beautiful picture you paint penfold,
From the tapestry on the wall,
This gets painted my dear
Right into my heart, a picture
Paintd by your words is worth
A thousand paintings, which keep
Hanging on the walls; while this
Stays right where it should,
That is, In my heart!

((((HUGS A PERFECT WRITE AS USUAL)))
love,xxx,Zoya
2006-05-07