The Fiefdom

Silvery clouds glide past

As the sun rises to its highest

The breeze passes with a sigh

As graceful birds soar high

 

Down below a fiefdom stands

With green hills and sprawling lands

The castle stands with soaring towers

The village with thatched roofs and bright flowers

 

Donkeys bray and people chatter

Carriages rumble by with a clatter

The aroma of bread is a prevalent smell;

And a bard shares the stories he has to tell.

 

Up in the towering castle

Away from all the common hassle

The lord watches the village with pride

Glad to have all the villagers on his side

 

He admires the fragrant orchards

Their swaying branches filled with songbirds;

The rolling green pastures

And the animals with their masters

 

He takes joy in his fiefdom

His own personal kingdom

It was perfect in every way

Especially on such a fine day.