It all started out as a joke.
My best friend and her sister had just returned from a month-long excursion to the British Isles, and Amanda was telling me all about it. She mentioned a place in Northern Ireland where they could spend multiple nights in the same place, but explore a host of fascinating sights within walking distance in any direction.
“It’s amazing,” she said. “I want to take you there someday!”

*YAY!!  Apricotpie is still up and running!  Thank you James. :)  I apologize for being so far behind with both commenting and posting, but life has been busy.  I'd like to say that I'll catch up with commenting and such soon, but I'm in the middle of doing NaNoWriMo right now (why I decided to do it this year, I have no idea), and it looks like life will simply just get busier from here on.  Anyway, this is a poem I had to write for my creative writing class at my community college.  The style is based on an ancient Chinese form of writing poetry.**

 I woke before dawn, 

The cool, crisp morning breeze,

Did not help calm my frantic nerves,

Nor did looking out to the vast open sea.

How could I be composed, I thought,

As I flung myself back onto my bed.

My cold hand felt my feverish forehead,

Smiling as the sun started to rise.

Today, I was to be wed.

On tiptoes, I hurried,

Over to the large oak closet

Threw the heavy doors wide open.

There it was, the lacy white dress,

I have always wanted. 

**Based on the story of the marriage of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, as told by Howard Pyle in The Story of King Arthur and His Knights.**

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'Twas a balmy, golden autumn day

Before the stroke of noon

Camelot its winding streets bedecked

And merry players piping tunes

Beneath the walls of Camelot

Behind the cold dark stone

King Arthur paced with worried steps

About His royal throne

Beside Him stood His royal knights

Chivalrous their mien