Merry Band… 2711-2k15

Down the moor we happily race Cool wind softly blew in our face Hairs and locks that wayward flew Wet from fallen drops of dew Rustling leaves that scatter most From swirling cape of angelic ghost Some hath slowed some gone ahead Some arms full with loaves of bread Some raced on, beheld the beach Far off isles beyond their reach Merrily fooled at a leisurely pace Blissfully pleased with an easy race Muddy and plain in homey cares Drank their whey in earthen wares Grew their spices gourds twines Learned by rote some tutored lines Tended to hedges puddles pots Ancient scrolls and tribal lots Some were weary, rapt they heard Far off trill of a warbling bird Called in earnest to those that cared Ones that went had unknown dared Chirped, reveled in raucous stride Looked to lands for sun and bride Reaching hands plucked from pines In gleeful plenty away from lines Picked up trades and yes sunshine Jetted the globe for dance and dine The moon now dallies, the fickle tides Heard tales of castles, thatches, rides As the sun dips far in the bay Across the divide they watch the day Bliss and heaven resides in hearts Not gleaming rides or donkey carts Eyes fixed far and tea in hand Glare in the mist at the merry band