Days Of Old - Poem by George Hunter
A rider went by along the track
His horse's hoofs going clickety clack
Reminds me of those days of old
With maidens fair and knights so bold
It's just a dream ‘cause you can't go back.
Back to the days they hold so dear
With old King Arthur and Guinevere
Pulling a sword out of a stone
Without even making the slightest groan
Those were the stories I liked to hear.
With fighting and jousting at the fair
And wooing fair maidens everywhere
With the rogues all in from ole Sherwood
I bet they were all much more bad than good
Maybe even Robin Hood would be there.
Stealing from the rich to give to the poor
Who could ask for anything more
A likely story I've been told
As more often than not they kept the gold
And made the Sheriff of Nottingham sore.
But these stories probably aren't even true
Just written to be read by me and you
The past is so vast
And it's already passed
So let's get on with the new.
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