By Lady Fiona of the Harp
On the way to crown that day
Willows hung over the stream
Cherry trees white and apple trees bright
Upon the water did gleam
The ground was brown in the fields fresh plowed
Tiny leaves spouting green
The time has come: a new prince for Northshield
In the spring fresh and clean
Summers are short in Northshield
Cold comes too early in fall
But while days are warm and through autumn storms
We'll stand as one strong and tall
With Hroder to lead our army to war
His heart as big as Northshield
His red cloak with go down in history and lore
His honor and strength revealed
With needlework fine Giulia stitches our future
And our past together for all
Her grace and beauty our rebirth shall nurture
As we become a new kingdom in fall.
© 2004 Rita Nauman