Guarding the Hearth

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, July AS 50 (2015

I cannot hear the sounds of drums

That drive my kin down south

I do not see the pennants fly

On wind of dragon’s mouth

I do not feel the heady thrums

Of nerves in battle’s thrall

I do not taste the dusty sky

That blows throughout it all

I do not smell exotic scents

Or smoke of open fires

I do not, for I have not gone

Down with my fellow squires

And yet I do, I feel, I sense,

I dance the Pennsic score

For sure as sun comes with the dawn

My spirit is at War.