Humbelright

...for my yeoman brothers and sisters Beneath the ancient ewe, my limbs grow strong. Ever watchful of the bayn-scurry crow.These fields I wander know my footfall well, for thee- I sharpen arrow and wax my bow. With gifts of chert, and streams to quench, this land I must protect. His Will be mine, my only prayer; swoop like the hawk when set upon, and tangle wings in fearsome clench. My lads and I with feathered hearts, brave winds that blow; but tumble not. Darkened skies and chains that rattle; forge iron limbs like ghosts we battle. When you pass us on the street, a steady gait and calm pervades. Calamity our lords invent, may bend our will, but never break. Just as the tide implores the moon; stay the course! God's Will be true. 03/09/14 © All Rights Reserved