Lady Katharine's Castle













Great Hall

 


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My mother likes to say "It's not so important how proud you are of your ancestors, but how proud would they be of you?"

I wrote the following poem with this in mind.


Ancestors

Trudging through the tangled path,
Thwarted, stalled, and pressing on -
Once more perseverance hath
The ages won.

Never looking back nor seeking
Comforts of familiar places -
Ravaging wildness, wreaking
Aging faces.

Dauntless, following the need,
Pulsing through their gritty marrow -
  Beyond tomorrow, cast slow-speed
Flies the arrow.

Morning ever dawns anew -
Places, mortals, hours unfolding,
Leave behind the smallest clue,
Truth withholding.

Peering back through chapters' prose,
Victories found within the pages -
Touted brazenly by those
In modern ages.

Whence come forth the haughty proud,
We followers left in their wake?
What deeds enveloped in fate's shroud,
Their pride will make?













****music: Vivaldi/Four Seasons/Winter (Fourth Movement)
Something coming soon to this page!!! (when I think of what to put here)



In the meantime, something amusing!!


Courtenay Coat of Arms