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Location: Choctaw, Oklahoma, United States

I’m just a very lucky, dirty old man with a wonderful wife. I have opinions on most everything, but will not force them on anyone other than family and friends. They have to suffer with me as no one else.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Renaissance

This is one I'm not real happy with, but decided to post it anyway. I hope you enjoy it and it is not too bad.

Now tis the time o’ year,
Come round and lend an ear.
Winter’s hawk soars away and summer’s swelter not yet arrived.

The sun shines brightly,
Rains fall through scattered clouds or thunderous skies.
Flowers and trees, they are a poppin, to say ‘we survived’.

The earth, she awakens,
The long winter’s slumber, tis over, at least for now!
Spring cometh, it hath arrived.

Winter’s snows, they are a meltin,
Spring’s showers now fall.
The world, tis covered in glorious wonder.

Tis time to leave the cocoon,
Open your eyes and spread your wings in the light of day.
See the world in all its glory, awakened from a long slumber.

The renaissance is upon us,
Gather to celebrate and sing songs aloud.
Notes fill the air in colors splendid wonder.

Renewal of life, the cycle begins,
Tents dot the field.
Banners fly in pale blue sky.

Minstrels sing of days of yore,
Tales of myth, a shanty or legends large.
Clap your hands, stomp you feet, just don’t ask why.

Castles with stone of gray,
Crystal figures blown by hand.
The falconers arm raised to the sky.

Jesters, dancers, jugglers and more,
Entertain the crowds galore.
Living life, both old and new.

Combatants take the field of honor,
Gentle maidens swoon.
Performance sublime, all for you.

With pageantry and spectacle,
A tradition old.
A faire today is all brand new.

The scent of spring and roasted delights,
Sensations overwhelm.
A land of past glory, myth and fact.

Artistry, talent, they do abound,
So many sights, just look round.

A cocoon, tis not,
A life full of renewal we sought.

Look to the old and see the new,
The simple to the complex is naught the fool.

Renaissance today is passage of time,
The journey be faux, yet still sublime.

Raise a shout throughout the land,
And cry huzzah, huzzah the king be at hand.


Ed Williams ©

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Stick to essays, ed.

4:16 PM CDT  

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