In days of old when knights were bold
And passions ran like fire
Maidens fair would brush their hair
And kneel before their squire
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ahh *sigh* what a nice poem, very refreshing & relocating. you took me there & i've never been to England. made me think of a line from The Eagles: 'how they danced on the courtyard, sweet summer's sweat, some dance to remember, some dance to forget.' (not sure why, that might just be me.)
Lovely, lovely, lovely. A delightful read Graham, I so enjoyed it and it lifted my spirits. Thank you so much. Love Ernestine XXX