Living the Dream: How the Sca Was Born
We started, all of us, with a dream
A need to be more than we might seem
Add to our lives a bright, new shine
To honour those of an older time
Some few had gathered, one fair day
A party planned, a game to play
A passing fancy to recreate
The lives that have been lost to fate
The players, spent at party's end
Were loather to join the world again
They wished that they might be so bold
To live as those from times of old
A game, a dream was born that night
And through the darkness spread its life
To many dreamers this dream spoke
And new ideas in them awoke
To re-learn skills, to practice art
And in the chivalry take part
To serve a King both brave and strong
A lady Queen inspiring song
To hear the voices of the bards
To take thy turn amongst the guards
To write the song a kingdom sings
To live with honour in all things
That is what the dreamers saw
The picture that they tried to draw
Though gaming was the simple goal
The dream now had a living soul
Now hundreds strong the armies stand
And face each other on the sand
But once the battle's fought and won
Both friend and foe all stand as one
They sing together of their homes
And bow to one another's thrones
Honouring the bond they share
The common dream that brought them there
The dream that draw us ever in
Calls us to gather once again
To play, once more, our 'let's pretend'
To live the dream that will not end
Copyright © Laurie Woodward | Year Posted 2018
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