By David Belt Copyright 2013
I had the privilege of participating in the Renaissance Festival at Stone Tower Glenn, just this weekend, last.
The serene natural chimneys set the stage for a trip back in time to simpler days, past.
The men wore breeches and tunics and fanciful vests.
While fair maidens wore dresses and corsets and all kinds of adornments.
Minstrels told stories and story tellers told tales.
While soothsayers told good news and fortune tellers told future news.
And not a one told the truth, but it’s all in good fun.
For two whole days, you get to live a life not your own.
We had our king and our queen. We had our knights and our squires.
We had our huntsman and lady and their hounds of great size.
We had merchants, a plenty, and food for too many.
We had an archery contest and a barbarian horde.
We had a blacksmith to smelt iron, and I, the mailler, of course.
There was a wedding marched to pipers, so beautiful.
There were innocents marched to the stocks, so criminal.
There was a masquerade ball and a pub sing, er crawl.
There was even a dark cave, where hence, the dragon stayed.
Twas the time of our lives, and our lives lost in time.
And the worst part, Sunday eve, when the time is all gone.
I would like to extend a special thank you to Lord and Lady Blackwolf of Medieval Fantasies Company for hosting this event, and allowing us to be a part of it.