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Tudor Trail
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Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease
King Henry VII, the bringer of peace
Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish
Descendants of which epitomise courage
A land of writers, a progress of arts
Embedded into the Tudor’s hearts
Embroidered gowns, heads and tales
The elegant wear of farthingales
A Tudor house, a college, a school
Established wealth of Tudor rule
Towns of old, constructed new
Merchants traded, places grew
Refined timber, a solid room
Within the attic, a weaving loom
Wattle and daub, between the frame
A home preserved, set to remain
Furnished halls and window glaze
Estates abound, knot garden maze
Food aplenty, peacock and swan
Iron skewers, with meat upon
Send a fleet, out to defend
A kingdom of which lives depend
Aboard with cannons, Mary Rose
We shall arch with longer bows
Parish churches of the ‘Reformation’
A coat of arms, our declaration
Henry VIII, the Supreme Head
The King’s schools, of which he lead
A ‘Globe’ performance, a Shakespeare show
Shall we stand where ‘groundlings’ go
A theatre set to entertain
Yet monasteries sit in poor remain
Upon thy hill, now let us mount
To thus reflect with fresh account
A prominent history of which to lend
Thy Queen Elizabeth I to end
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease
King Henry VII, the bringer of peace
Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish
Descendants of which epitomise courage
A land of writers, a progress of arts
Embedded into the Tudor’s hearts
Embroidered gowns, heads and tales
The elegant wear of farthingales
A Tudor house, a college, a school
Established wealth of Tudor rule
Towns of old, constructed new
Merchants traded, places grew
Refined timber, a solid room
Within the attic, a weaving loom
Wattle and daub, between the frame
A home preserved, set to remain
Furnished halls and window glaze
Estates abound, knot garden maze
Food aplenty, peacock and swan
Iron skewers, with meat upon
Send a fleet, out to defend
A kingdom of which lives depend
Aboard with cannons, Mary Rose
We shall arch with longer bows
Parish churches of the ‘Reformation’
A coat of arms, our declaration
Henry VIII, the Supreme Head
The King’s schools, of which he lead
A ‘Globe’ performance, a Shakespeare show
Shall we stand where ‘groundlings’ go
A theatre set to entertain
Yet monasteries sit in poor remain
Upon thy hill, now let us mount
To thus reflect with fresh account
A prominent history of which to lend
Thy Queen Elizabeth I to end
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Published 29th Jun 2017
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Awww, this is great Geraldine. Such an intelligent, well thought out write, making a change from the usual overload of sexually related themes that often pop up on deep underground poetry. Thank you for this marvelous history lesson that effortlessly waltzes through the Tudor age with exquisite rhyme & plenty of reason. The Tudor period was such a fascinating time, as you highlight, art-wise & battle-wise. Lots of testosterone flying around back then, when men were men, lol. William Shakespeare was born 17 years after Henry VIII died of course, but the Tudor era carried on regardless. It's nice that the Globe theater in London was re-built in near enough the same location as the old one, some years ago, proving that when architects put their mind to it, they can create or recreate something quite special; rather like this poem. ;-)
