Here is a poem I enjoyed doing. Some of the words were converted over to the Old English style of writing found in the days of William Shakespeare. I did not do the piece totally in Old English deliberately, let's face it no one can even come close to one of the Masters of writing. I hope it pleases you.
Susan
A glorious song of songs, I sing,
to praise every earthbound king,
Yet not once more can I embellish,
the treasure of a heart, which ye all relish.
If just to see the golden morn,
cast about her half-witted scorn,
or behold yon heavens filled with stars,
yet, how can I behind these prison bars?
Take pity all ye high borne men,
let me recant summer heat again,
and stagger amidst the new fallen snow,
I beg thee kind sirs, pray let me go.
No longer can I remain your slave,
or like a loyal pet behave,
Ye, I too possess a mind you see,
so I beg of thee, please set me free.
