Gyldenholt Anniversary 2009 Poetry
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Court Poetry at Gyldenholt Anniversary 2009 by Court Herald Giles Hill
Opening Court
- (beginning)
- Majestic Mora bids you come, prepare to take your ease
- Upon the grassy lawn that spreads beneath these leafy trees.
- Her Court begins, and time suspends, and splendor fills the skies
- Awards and honors, tales and boasts and cries of glad surprize!
- Collette and Ursul likewise greet, and bid you celebrate
- The founding, thirty years ago, of Gyldenholt the great.
- Our storied past, our glorious now, we all proclaim today
- And hope you, gracious visitors, are pleased with this array.
- So bide a spell and listen well, and wisdom will you hear
- Dare not to speak nor glance away, miss not a word for fear
- I trust that you have liked this small, this trifling little sonnet
- But I’ll shut my face and leave a space for Mora’s opening comments!
- (ending)
- We’ve gathered here to celebrate this barony’s natal day
- And now that we are done with court, I am well pleased to say
- That Mora, Ursul, and Collette, who rule all they survey
- Are please to give you leave to serve the business of the day.
Closing Court
- (beginning)
- When in the course of our events
- The time arrives to strike our tents
- And steal away into the shade
- Of night, and recollect the day,
- We gather for a closing court
- To honor those who excelled sport
- And to bestow the victors crown
- And word-praise, glory, and renown
- So hearken now, and, quiet, let
- Forth ring the words of Ursul and Collette!
- (ending)
- Our revels now are ended, our tournament now ends
- And homeward now we’ll wend our way, or go to dine with friends.
- Remember well the time we shared, for here you cannot stay,
- Take with you happy mem’ries of this festive, pleasant day.
- We celebrate our histry now, and muse upon the past
- The dusty passages of time with shadows now are cast.
- Yet we may brighten gloomy days, when winds blow wet and cold
- With thoughts of happy moments spent beneath the leaves of gold
- So raise you all a hearty cheer, and with glad hearts now say
- For Ursul and Collette ring out a hip hip hip HURRAY!
- For Edward King and Mora Queen, whose hearts are hale and braw
- Ring out a shout, for there’s no doubt we say hip hip HUZZAH!
- For Royal Caid, now a cheer, to us the glory draw
- hip hip HUZZAH! hip hip HUZZAH! hip hip HUZZAH!