A Return (Poem)

A Return

A return to the kingdoms of old,
Where virtues and actions were bold,
Where ladies would hold court,
And nobles would joust for sport,
Where young men would squire,
And knights fight against the dire,
A place of valor, magic, and lore,
And feasts of venison and wild boar,
A world of castles, honor, and fairs,
Of loyalty, lands and royal affairs,
Of conquests, silver, and gold,
A return to the kingdoms of old,

GA Ren Fest Day (Poem)

GA Ren Fest Day

A day exploring the Georgia Ren Fest,
The Peacock Tea Room was by far the best,
An overcast day, humid but not too hot,
Taking a step back in time certainly hit the spot,
Another world just past the festival’s front door,
Romans, pirates, Celts and a menagerie of more,
Music and merriment everywhere we walk,
Overheard laughter and accented talk,
Comical entertainment on every stage,
Pranksters and hecklers seem to be all the rage,
Mead and beer flow fast and wild,
Foods of all types but Renaissance styled,
Shops and stalls as far as the eye can see,
A fun day punctuated by a spot of good tea.

Gulf Shores (Poem)

Gulf Shores

I never imagined the crystal blue-green shore,
The clarity of the water and the white sand ocean floor,
The sight is breathtaking and totally different than home,
Where the waters are darker, and there’s lots of sea foam,
The Gulf and the Atlantic are clearly two different creatures,
Each has their own unique and attractive features,
I know the Atlantic will always be home to me,
But it’s also nice to visit another kind of sea,
I can certainly see myself coming back to this place,
But as nice as it is, the Atlantic it could never replace,
I can see why so many want to call this place home,
The ocean has a knack for being in our heart as we roam,
Perhaps I would feel differently if I had grown up here,
For after all sand is sand, water is water and a pier is a pier,
I’m glad we decided to try Gulf Shores for spring break,
It’s not the Atlantic, but it was a good trip to take,
If you’ve never tried the Gulf, it’s worth the try,
Be it here or at the Atlantic, vacation time always seem to fly,

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