[Darksheare]

Pretty, thanks.
And I will try to keep them safe.

[Soaring Feather]

Yesterday I thought of you
and olden times and skies of blue
and Merry Old England of Renaissance
of noble men and loyal deeds
of pipes and jousting knights
on horses huge and wild
and smoked turkey legs served bare
Apple Cider in a jar,
and little children running all about
and dogs on leashes big and small
the sound of laughter on the wind
oh, yes and I thought of him...