About a land so far across the sea, stories

Of nights from days lost,

Castles of stone standing through centuries

Of tales told, those who know.

Kings and queens ever since this Island was

Discovered back in a dream,

Magical wizards are fables of men, said to

Them as children long ago.

Those dressed in armor, a King by the name

Of Arthur and a sword,

A legendary table of round sat knights so

Long ago on shores unseen.

Princes and princesses dancing at parties

Of royalty in a far-off land,

Common men and women lived together

And begged for food, a hand.

Woods of old England, warriors and knights

With bows and swords,

Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen,

A book of tales.

Along the river, and lakes of swans, gliding

Across the mirrored glass,

over the hills where the whispering winds

Watch the grass dance.

In the English night sky, through the know,

expected fog of the land,

A rising moon shines its glowing light upon

The trees, upon these shores.

Seasons of many centuries witnessed by a

people with voices of sound,

Sir Lancelot dressed for battle, riding high

Upon a dark horse into forever.

Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky,

Wings spread, soaring,

Breath of fire, it is said, they possess,

Demons brought to life in a dream.

legends of many moons long since past,

ghosts of heroes wander in mist,

Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs

Sung in green meadows,

A beautiful sound from voices such

A long time ago.

Keith Garrett