Knights of Foreverland
I know that I should have not mentioned the Knights :)
Why? Because I am once again being reminded that I should find a publisher and have them put out there for all the world to share. My trusty friends I thank you for your support of my humble efforts. I have made it so that it is now possible to e-mail items straight from my blog. A good idea? I know not.
Anyway on being led to look again I have been reminded that there are more than 19 poems in the saga and also I have been asked how and why did they originate. I think it is in part a blessing called friendship.
"And let me tell you of another time,
And a man who is a friend of mine."
In the beginning
I lost a dear friend not to death as hopefully he may be reading this. I simply lost him. I called his home in the Colony, TX for two or three days without success and got no response. I thought he may have been staying at his then girlfriends home in North Dallas so I called there for a few more days with no response either. After a short period of time I was very concerned to say the least. Well I finally found him in Plano General Hospital paralysed from the neck down.
I will come back to his illness and recovery another time but suffice to say that for a few months my caddy rode what I call the triangle from home to work to the hospital and back to home. Quite a few miles with lots of time to think in either direction.
One night after a serious relapse, a lot of prayer and an excellent emergency response by the hospital staff. I was headed home in the wee hours and asked God after I sincerely thanked Him for keeping my friend here on earth what could I do to cheer him up. And that is when he said write a poem for him. And so the first and a little humorous poem called "a wee story of the Knights of Forever-Land" was written.
In the early Spring,
When birds begin to sing,
Its then I polish my armor,
And think, this castle is getting kind o'dim.
My trusty steed
All winter I did feed,
Some fresh air again he doth need,
So forward we go again in search of noble deeds.
The rest of the poem goes on to introduce Sir George and Sir James the first two knights we meet in the saga. They are followed by Sir Afton, Sir Timothy, Sir Ray, Sir Robert, Sir William, Sir Roger etc.
The main story is about the love between a man and his lady and about our knights search for God, love and his wife to be. Like all stories he finds God, he understands love and he marries his bride and like true life loses his wife to death. He then tries to teach his own son about God, love and his mother as the wonderful woman his father was blessed to know and love. The poetry creates scenes like pictures in ones mind.
For example Sir James goes to visit the grave of his wife and as he sits there as the late afternoon sunshine turns into evening twightlight he shares these thoughts of the gift he was given to know and experience. True love.
Sir James reflects
A Love for Life
Love is given and not received,
Like a cooling summer breeze,
It comes with scent of flowers,
Of azure skies and gentle hours.
It is the time I spent with thee,
In simple moments neath a tree,
As we lay and touched and kissed,
Those simple things they brought us bliss.
Into my life you came one day,
On a summer evening far away,
I in turn did realize,
You were a gift and not a prize.
A gift from God to teach me well,
The important one who saved me from hell,
How did you achieve this task?
Through faith in The One that lasts.
My love for you it made me change,
Although at first I found this strange,
Slowly bit-by-bit I placed my trust in it,
This feeling of love from deep inside.
Why then you may ask, as do I,
The words would never come though I did try,
To tell you how you made me feel,
How intense and oh how real.
And that is how it should be,
This feeling for you inside of me,
I can’t now show for I knew not how,
Life is like a driven plow.
Deep the furrow is driven,
That neath the sun and under heaven,
We may backward look but only onward go,
Till we reach the end of our row.
And where we pulled together,
See the straight part of the tow,
Side by side and not apart,
Is the best for these two hearts.
Life He first gave to me,
Along with freedom to love thee,
And if I stopped a lot,
It was only capture this one thought.
My love for you could not be bought,
It is like a small for-get-me-not,
A little flower named by God,
Placed where now my feet do trod.
Over looked though you may be,
My love still I give to thee,
In this life I must onward go,
Carrying this precious love we had so.
Why? Because I am once again being reminded that I should find a publisher and have them put out there for all the world to share. My trusty friends I thank you for your support of my humble efforts. I have made it so that it is now possible to e-mail items straight from my blog. A good idea? I know not.
Anyway on being led to look again I have been reminded that there are more than 19 poems in the saga and also I have been asked how and why did they originate. I think it is in part a blessing called friendship.
"And let me tell you of another time,
And a man who is a friend of mine."
In the beginning
I lost a dear friend not to death as hopefully he may be reading this. I simply lost him. I called his home in the Colony, TX for two or three days without success and got no response. I thought he may have been staying at his then girlfriends home in North Dallas so I called there for a few more days with no response either. After a short period of time I was very concerned to say the least. Well I finally found him in Plano General Hospital paralysed from the neck down.
I will come back to his illness and recovery another time but suffice to say that for a few months my caddy rode what I call the triangle from home to work to the hospital and back to home. Quite a few miles with lots of time to think in either direction.
One night after a serious relapse, a lot of prayer and an excellent emergency response by the hospital staff. I was headed home in the wee hours and asked God after I sincerely thanked Him for keeping my friend here on earth what could I do to cheer him up. And that is when he said write a poem for him. And so the first and a little humorous poem called "a wee story of the Knights of Forever-Land" was written.
In the early Spring,
When birds begin to sing,
Its then I polish my armor,
And think, this castle is getting kind o'dim.
My trusty steed
All winter I did feed,
Some fresh air again he doth need,
So forward we go again in search of noble deeds.
The rest of the poem goes on to introduce Sir George and Sir James the first two knights we meet in the saga. They are followed by Sir Afton, Sir Timothy, Sir Ray, Sir Robert, Sir William, Sir Roger etc.
The main story is about the love between a man and his lady and about our knights search for God, love and his wife to be. Like all stories he finds God, he understands love and he marries his bride and like true life loses his wife to death. He then tries to teach his own son about God, love and his mother as the wonderful woman his father was blessed to know and love. The poetry creates scenes like pictures in ones mind.
For example Sir James goes to visit the grave of his wife and as he sits there as the late afternoon sunshine turns into evening twightlight he shares these thoughts of the gift he was given to know and experience. True love.
Sir James reflects
A Love for Life
Love is given and not received,
Like a cooling summer breeze,
It comes with scent of flowers,
Of azure skies and gentle hours.
It is the time I spent with thee,
In simple moments neath a tree,
As we lay and touched and kissed,
Those simple things they brought us bliss.
Into my life you came one day,
On a summer evening far away,
I in turn did realize,
You were a gift and not a prize.
A gift from God to teach me well,
The important one who saved me from hell,
How did you achieve this task?
Through faith in The One that lasts.
My love for you it made me change,
Although at first I found this strange,
Slowly bit-by-bit I placed my trust in it,
This feeling of love from deep inside.
Why then you may ask, as do I,
The words would never come though I did try,
To tell you how you made me feel,
How intense and oh how real.
And that is how it should be,
This feeling for you inside of me,
I can’t now show for I knew not how,
Life is like a driven plow.
Deep the furrow is driven,
That neath the sun and under heaven,
We may backward look but only onward go,
Till we reach the end of our row.
And where we pulled together,
See the straight part of the tow,
Side by side and not apart,
Is the best for these two hearts.
Life He first gave to me,
Along with freedom to love thee,
And if I stopped a lot,
It was only capture this one thought.
My love for you could not be bought,
It is like a small for-get-me-not,
A little flower named by God,
Placed where now my feet do trod.
Over looked though you may be,
My love still I give to thee,
In this life I must onward go,
Carrying this precious love we had so.
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