Peace on the Realm
A white banner
Flutters on the hill.
The placid river
Down to the wind mill
Cascading Flows.
Sweet gale blows
And bring the chants
That sing a story
Above the ramparts
In a time of glory.
The walls decay with disuse
And the iron's clanging
Declared a truce.
Shiny armor is hanging
In the master's chamber
Cobwebs cluttered grow
Winter came early in December
And falls the white snow
Matches the pearlescent flannel
This time death won't cross the channel.
Joy is all we seek to whelm
For there is now peace on the realm.
This is my contribution to BillTemple1957 Peace in the World poetry project. I hope you enjoy it.