By sunlit lavender fields they met
in France, each man with bow and arrow
Skill-and-eye on show for all to bet
with target, moving, small and narrow
size no greater than simple sparrow;
yes, Robin Hood of English dwell
in rendez-vous with William Tell
One olive tree with two spread branches
upon each branch a mouse in scurry
back and forth with skips and dances
each mouse in frightened panic flurry
Wee John sweats with look of worry
and Marianne, with crossed palms on breast,
eyes closed—as bowstrings drawn in zest.
A silk scarf falls light from noble's hand
to earth it falls as signal, deed
By archer's will, by just command
two arrows fly slicing the air at speed
Indeed a winner, by all, was decreed
as one rodent spared with sliced off tail
whilst the other, an arrow, through his heart did sail.
So to dear Nottingham, Robin returned
and William, he, to Swiss alpine slopes
One dozen gold coins the winner had earned
the loser, he, with dashed empty hopes.
So in timbers where live kind English folks
a feast merry was had by all who could
Toasting the mouse-bloodied arrow of Robin Hood!
Poem written: 18 April, 2014
(For the contest: 'Robin Hood'
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
April 21, 2014)