Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Oak Tree of Trysel

In the Kingdom of the South Lords,
Beside a sparkling sea,
Within a pleasant land
There grows a tall oak tree.
Beneath its spreading branches
A noble people dwell:
The Lords and Ladies of the
Shire of Trysel.

Here may be heard the echoes
Of ancient chivalry;
Its virtues recreated
In the shelter of our tree;
Companions come together
A new story to tell
About our happy fellowship
In the Shire of Trysel.

Let mundane cares and worries
For now be put aside.
Take up the dream before us
Good pastimes be our guide;
United by the spirit
In which we choose to dwell:
In the shadow of our oak tree
In the Shire of Trysel.

In the shadow of our oak tree
In the Shire of Trysel.