A Roundtable Tale Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

Arthur didn't see it,
His back was to the sky.
They looked to the Heavens,
Expecting then to die.

Arthur heard the shuffle,
Looked up and turned around.
By the time he saw it,
The spaceship hit the ground.

Gigantic can't describe
The ship's great size and scope.
Crashing there before them,
They surely had no hope.

Force applied at impact
Was equal to a quake.
This was it, they figured.
They ducked down in its wake.

Suddenly, they saw them
Just flashing through the sky.
Four and twenty dragons.
Oh boy, how they could fly!

Then they felt a grasping.
How dragon claws can bend!
Following soon after,
They felt the forceful wind.

They were their salvation,
And carried them away
From the flames and wreckage
The spaceship brought that day.

Merlin and King Arthur,
Two knights and twenty more
Gathered round a table
A tale not told before.

This one of the dragons
Heeding ole Merlin's call.
Saving them from spaceships
Whenever they might fall.

Yes, a tale remembered.
One told for many years.
One often forgotten
But true, it now appears.

You might have a question,
The modern ones like you.
What becomes of spaceships
That fall out of the blue?

Not as complicated,
Though some might think it so.
Eating little bodies
Are dragon things, you know.

As for all the hardware.
They flew all that away.
The dragons dropped it all
Into Loch Ness, they say.

But if you still may doubt
The tale that I have told,
Go and see the marker
That Arthur made so bold.

Marking where the dragons
Plucked Arthur up that day.
Where they grabbed ole Merlin
And flew him quick away.

Now you know the story,
One unknown answered here.
Stonehenge is the marker
That Arthur made that year.