Thursday, July 30, 2015

Guarding the Hearth

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, July AS 50 (2015

I cannot hear the sounds of drums
That drive my kin down south
I do not see the pennants fly
On wind of dragon’s mouth
I do not feel the heady thrums
Of nerves in battle’s thrall
I do not taste the dusty sky
That blows throughout it all
I do not smell exotic scents
Or smoke of open fires
I do not, for I have not gone
Down with my fellow squires
And yet I do, I feel, I sense,
I dance the Pennsic score
For sure as sun comes with the dawn
My spirit is at War.

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