Summers eve, A poem
_My Lords and Ladies gather round, Please, sit and listen for a Time Listen to, my voice, my sound And love's story, told in a Rhyme,
In a time not long ago, Where the Summers were long and steady A pair of friends, to laugh, to love, Left home finally ready.
She was a fennec fox, And he a white furred wolf. Two traders, moving from town to town Since the end of their youth.
They travelled to a valley so very green, Of trees with golden leaves. As night fell upon these two, The end of this day's eve.
They set up tents upon the ground, Safe and dry from wind. They sat, and made a camp fire. And how the fox did sing;
Angels danced upon the clouds, And mortals how they would swoon. A fox with gave voice like silken honey To her friend the wolf.
And how he told a story, Of a goat who fancied a mule, With shadows upon the fire, He then would grant her a boon.
Of friends today, and tomorrow so clear, At the end of eve, They shared a tent throughout the night, And neither of them would leave.
For friends no more, Companions good bye, Upon that end of the week. In a valley of green, with golden leaves, Two lover's then did meet...
So Lords and Ladies, Enjoyed this time? Share ale, broth and meat. And with one another, Pray, do tell! I need new tales to sing...
Forever Faithful_
Lord Vos