Back home from an adventure in Carbondale. What fun we had!
A poem I wrote a few weeks ago, about the Song of Roland, and the battle cry of Charlemagne's men.
"Mountjoy!" they cry, and away they ride,
Heedless of death or turning tide.
"Mountjoy!" they say, and away they go
Off to die at the hand of the foe.
"Mountjoy!" they shout, "For Charlemagne!
For God and country!" they heed no pain.
"Mountjoy!" cries Roland, though death is near,
"For Christ!" he says; he has no fear.
"Mountjoy!" each whispers as he goes to his Lord
All are ready to meet the sword.
"Mountjoy!" shouts Roland, but once more;
As he dies, his soul doth soar.
"Mountjoy!" each says as he met his death
They have fled from fallen earth.
"Mountjoy" echo the hills in mournful tones
At the death of these e'en nature groans.
"Mountjoy!" 'tis true, they will shout no more
All have passed through heaven's door.
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