To a Knight's Son by James A HoltI grab my
Shield
I sheath my
Sword
I prepare myself for
War
Visions dance through my head of
Dying screams and gore.
I stand before my
Enemy
My friends are at my
Side.
With my trusted steed beneath me
To glory I shall ride.
I know you are still young my
Son
You do not know my
Ways
But the battle I shall ride into
Is to protect you through your days
Do not forget your
Father
No matter what you
Do
For where ever it is I shall ride
I'll always think of you. 02/22/2004 Posted on 02/23/2004 Copyright © 2023 James A Holt
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