The Knight of Glenn Gaul Way

Bone-weary and soul-tired
the Knight bows his head near his twice-weary mount.

SSarge JSRutt — Author deployed in Iraq.

Ride for home thou weary knight
not far off in the dim of dusk
the fight was hard, the fight was won
so lead thy mount to the garden wall
and smell the jasmine sweet and tall
lie thee down on the feather bed
I will wash the brow of thee with
rose attar and sup on tea.

Stable the mount for tired too, is he
battle weary longing to be a little
kindness for this steed until the next
round of clashing swords
be heard ringing
through valley low.

The lady of the manor she, is loyal always to thee,
for the times of lonely thought
on the field
filled with drought,
let not thy brow be creased in fret
there is no other I would get to
to hold the castle's flag in war
than the proud and dashing Lord Trimbremore.

Leona M. House