Prepared for Peace

We travelled in a convoy with the king
Through lowlands, highlands, and assorted towns,
Where people hung bright garlands; there were clowns,
Processionals, great feasts, each gathering
A celebration of our warmaking.
Before the dark, cool forests and the downs
Began to show fall colours, reds and browns,
We rode in triumph. There were songs to sing.

Some tempers flared: with pride on the increase
(We all were restless), having spurned defeat,
There was some jousting in the summer heat.
The king told us the infighting must cease –
The war was over. We prepared for Peace.
“This castle hath,” he said, “a pleasant seat.”