Palm Sunday

That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
   Palm Sunday fourteen sixty one.
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped,

   With armour piercing bodkin head.
   The war of roses had begun,
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.

   The frozen ground and beck ran red
   This battle site was near Towton.
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   When all seemed lost, the vanquished fled.
  The White rose claimed the day was won,
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled

   With nine and twenty thousand dead.
   No place to hide, nowhere to run
   A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   The Crown of England it is said,
    With bloodied hands when day was done
   That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
    A blizzard raged as arrows sped.

   3/ 2/ 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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