Visions of The 14th Century ~This was the way to go~

It did not look like

the 'road not taken'

nor did it seem untrodden
though silently deserted,

cranky voices of travellers

mumbling, walking slowly,
some with sticks
some with bags
clothes tattered, soiled like rags
what wanderers, gypsies
or knights are these, perhaps

disguised, going where?

to unknown inns and places,

who will find the real traces

of cart and carriage wheels

dug deep ruts in mud and mire,

who will know Ye Olde Captain

smelling of rum and whiskey?

in strange attire-patriotic spirit afire

what sweet whistles and jingles

of keys and songs are these?

what rustling of maps and tinkles

of coins, of silver and gold

dusty and crumpled but preciously

held, as sonorously they stumble-

forward determined, some on horses,

lamblers, no racers, no hurry no worry,

they move and giggle n grumple,

no heroic braves may know

this was the way to go-

now all is quiet, steeped

in solitude, fresh and green

the scene changed from seen

to unseen, was this the road

that saw ten thousand men?

who brought grand glory

to Ye Olde England!