ArmourQuill Hunter

Rookie - 0 Points (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

Ancient Isle Of Avalon - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Avalon, Avalon, you enchanting cradle of clusters of hills and secrets galore…
My history forefather, of Joseph of Arimathea, was England’s spiritual floor.

Walk me in my wakening dreams, sweet autumn’s view, serenely strong…
Lovely, Isle of Avalon, womb of folk lore and my ancestor’s blessed song.

Avalon of Avebury Glastonbury, where is your chalice; some question still?
Walking on paths near cathedral wells while bathing in history’s quill.

Legends told of brave knights, King Arthur’s clan, and descendants of Abraham.
This Camelot country in the SW o England; what a retreat for a holiday grand!

Let me walk to Wearyall Hill, along the narrow ridge towards the Bristol Channel...
Historic step of Joseph’s mark on Christianity with his Glastonbury chapel;

Devine wisdom defines the Truth of false from Celtic cults and Christian lore.
Josephes Ben Mathonwy begged for Christ’s body and lead heaven’s floor.

Miracles born of that chalice it’s true; royally handed down to my ancestors.
And yet, Legends’ glory lend to admiration/ envy’s plot when insecurity festers.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 26, 2009

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