Living History (poem 15)

We’re built from genes of by-gone ages.
We’re built from strands of our ancestors’ Deoxyribonucleic acid.
We’re built from bits and pieces from through out history.

From Farm Hands to Barons.
From Coal Miners to Kings.
From the ordinary to the Famous.

From the Forgotten to the Truly Unforgettable.
From the Bad to the Good.
From a White Feather to a Victoria Cross.

We’re built from the bits and pieces from history.
We’re each carrying the DNA of our Forebears.
We’re each Living History.



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

I Still Believe In The Ways Of Old (poem 14)

I still believe in Chivalry.
I still believe in Honour.

I don’t believe the New is best because it’s fashionable.
I don’t believe in destroying the Old to make way for the New.

I still believe in True Love.
I still believe in Diamonds and Wedding Bands.

I don’t believe caring for History and Cultural Heritage is immoral.
I don’t believe that it’s all been for nothing.

I still believe in the Monarchy.
I still believe in Titles and Coats of Arms.
I still believe in holding doors for females to pass through.

I still believe in it all and I will not give up.
I still believe in the Ways of Old.



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

Too Good (poem 13)

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

My eyes dilated.

My heart pounded.

My mind drifted.

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

I was in awe of you.

I saw a chance for happiness with you.

I saw an ever lasting fairy tale.

I dreamt of romance.

I dreamt of roses, diamonds and warm smiles.

I dreamt of a chance with you.

But I was the only one with these thoughts.

I was the only one who had hopes of us.

Now I see it could never have been.

You were too good for me.

You saw it.

I denied it.

Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.