Realms of Light
I thought that the following poem ~ which I posted back in 2002, might work for this exercise. Here's hoping! 'Angel' crosses her proverbial wings.
In Days of Yore
In days of yore, on distant shore,
Merry minstrels made their way,
Blowing flutes, and plucking lutes,
~ 'Twas a fanciful display.
As jesters pranced, their merry dance,
Children laughed with mirthful glee,
For what they saw, filled them with awe,
To behold such pageantry.
As all drew nigh, with spirits high,
To join this revelry,
Dog nips at heel ~ made children squeal,
~ 'Twas a merry sight to see.
Fresh-baked bread, filled their head,
As villagers gathered 'round,
Vendors shout, "Come buy my stout!
It's the best brew in the town!"
Both knight and serf, gave of their worth,
To honor one another,
Come once a year ~ at this time of cheer,
All became the other's brother.
As village folk, did laugh and joke,
In joyful merriment,
All was well, in the derry-o-dell,
On this day of sweet content.