In The Times of Ancient Days

In the Times of Ancient Days,

In stone and wood and torrid ways;

Lived men on earth with ancient tools,

To mould and make and bend the rules.

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But straighter and truer and righteous was he,

Who led the schools and taught now me;

To build the buildings down through eternity,

To fish for men and feed the multitude of infinity.

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The wind and spirit of all those who fell,

From plaque and war and famine to tell;

The ruins and rock of lands from a far,

That masons and smiths hammered beneath the stars.

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And the sun burnt down in scorching heat,

From the long weary miles of man on his feet;

To get a drink of the well of cool water,

From women who draw for their son and daughter.

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Now the legend lives of castles and forts,

Of Gothic architecture and Baroque resorts;

In art and statues of the Gods of then,

As written down in my ink and pen.

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In the Times of Ancient Days,

As now the passersby mourn the Says;

Of people who perished in work and strife,

So to lead the present and purchase future life.

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Signed,

If only I tried.