Treasure Island

Patrick Fealy

(1/1/1973 / Oakland)

Ivanhoe


He took the air at Acre's walls this nameless knight in black
to face the foe beyond his shield with lance and sword and ax
and offer to the King of Kings His troth before the field
by gallant act of Chivalry Jerusalem would Yield
A crown forfeit by ransom now a fortune for a king
for Richard would all England bow This Troubadour would sing
then ride to list at Ashby Hall to cast the golden ring
and joust for fair Rowena's hand and Lion Hearted King
Deo Grate Anglia a nation now would sing
four Normans fell before his charge when lance and shield did ring
to vindicate the Jews of York one valiant Saxon Knight
All Saxons and all England now sent Villainy to flight

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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Based upon the 1953 film

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