Dragon Daze
Those were the days, my friend,
those were the days...
When dragons roamed,
throughout the land,
and knights of yore,
took their stand.
Took might and right,
with their fabled band,
and slew the dragon,
for the maiden's hand.
When dragon dreams,
filled children's schemes,
and flights of fancy flourished.
Like pearls of olde,
plucked from sands of gold,
these dreams, they are cherished.
Deep in the haze,
of those golden olden days,
the memories have grown
old and dim.
But childhood's best,
when left to rest,
in the hazy daze of youth.
In grown-up rhyme,
there is no dragon time,
only time for truth.
Until the restless mind,
grows tired of counting time,
and seeks those daze,
once so uncouth.
To fulfill once again,
the hazy dragon daze,
as foretold by an ancient sooth.
Copyright 2011© Ronald W. Hull
10/7/11
Best wishes always to you Ronald.
from
Kay
Regis
Anna
This really is brilliant.
Blessings,
Christine