Idaho Based
A knight who rides on passing steed With shining steel and noble deeds The sum of my ambition, A Cyclopean vision And I, standing in the square With peasant garb, both worn and fair My only means: to dream and dare Great fortune now takes hold of me Swept up in thy fateful wake A halo gleams - the Sun doth make In glittering beams upon thy plate I witness a reflection Of Virtue's own conception Now the light does stun me, blind me And no more words are found A squire's wide-eyed, dreaming silence: Knights of the Table Round.
This poem is dedicated to the staff of The Hearts Center Community.