I was cleaning out my stuff awhile back and found this poem I wrote 30 years ago this month It’s called “The Warrior’s Poem’ I wrote in April 1984
“As a lad I oft wandered the sacred gardens. There within the amber corpses of spring leaves newly fallen, did I st.
Only a page was I, and basked in the glory of the day Knighthood would come to me.
But I was a page full of silly dreams of boyhood, And not understanding what i put on with my armor was the duties of manhood.
For much is required of manhood and knowing this now, I wish i could have remained a page forever.
For the heat of battle is better in the mind of a child, than a warrior wounded. The pain of boyish jest quickly passes as the game does. But the scars of a warrior never heal.”