Stories of Yesteryear
Come, and lay here, on this soft grassy hill
hear stories I'll tell from yesteryear
the sun is setting... the air calm and fair
though a gentle breeze can caress your hair
listen, my dear, about the dragons you fear
allow your ears to be aware of the stories I bring
of Damsels in distress, of Knights and their King
lay your head down on the grass to listen
I'll brush the hair away from eyes that glisten
so they may stay open as each story unfolds
of ladies in love with their Knights so bold
once upon a time... there was a maiden on a hill
with light in her eyes... she lays without fear
wanting to hear stories about yesteryear
5/17/18
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