July 24, 2018 by phicks2012
This isn’t much of an introduction, but this verse was written long, long ago for inclusion in our monthly SCA newsletter, “The Equinox”, for the Shire of Sol Haven in the Kingdom of Meridies. It happens to be one of those I haven’t shared it before in my BLOG, being so SCA-specific, but I decided to do so now because even though I’m writing new things fairly constantly I’m not writing quite fast enough to keep up with my BLOG requirements and still keep the work totally relevant to the mundane/real world.
Perhaps some will find merit in it.
The voices sound, the faces smile, the hands reach out well met,
And Lore is passed to those who ask that they might not forget
That chivalry and honor shall in all things make their mark,
For we dream of another age when e’er our world seems dark.
And so we laughing tell our tales, and play the shepherd’s part
To pass our store on knowledge on of elder craft and art;
Of battle skill, or courtly mein, or service done with grace,
For even in these latter times such things may have their place.
And some, perforce, will wander on, no solace found in maille,
Nor pleasure in the paths we take when living out our tale,
While others will be kith and kin, and weather joy and strife,
To join us in a dream that has become our way of life.
We cannot know who will remain, or who will drift away;
Who decades hence will banners raise, or linger but a day,
But voices sound, the faces smile, the hands reach out well met,
And Lore is passed to those who ask that they might not forget.
May 15th, A.S. XXXV (2000)