--A story told of former days
when I dreamed of how to be
a knight who gloried in the ways
of truth and nobility.
--A man who fought to save a life
and not weary in the fight
but weird a sword-edge as a knife
to shave the dark from light.
--A man who saw a sight unseen
for human eyes, divine
and seeing, brought to sense's keen
a wish to unite, combine.
--The cynics and their ergoes tried
so hard to disparage light,
they said that kings and knights lied
and were delegates of the night.
--Believing them the people saw that light showed fault too soon
that they and their society's law
we're bright enough at noon.
--So now I sit and write my tale
of how a trip could be
of how a knight of old could nail
his soul upon a tree.
--This story told of former days
when dreams were all we had
is told to further life's highways
and turn to good the bad.
< Simon.T. >
''Good Wine Needs No Bush.''