This magnificent poem was first published in a collection of Arthurian stories, “Invitation To Camelot,” making it in at the last minute because the editor was blown away by it and made room. In our household we read it aloud on Winter Solstice Eve every year, taking turns and passing the book around. It never fails to give me chills in …
This magnificent poem was first published in a collection of Arthurian stories, “Invitation To Camelot,” making it in at the last minute because the editor was blown away by it and made room. In our household we read it aloud on Winter Solstice Eve every year, taking turns and passing the book around. It never fails to give me chills in the very best way. Usually I call dibs on the final section, although getting the last two lines out without breaking down can be hard. Read it aloud, I double-dog dare you - and you won’t be sorry!
This magnificent poem was first published in a collection of Arthurian stories, “Invitation To Camelot,” making it in at the last minute because the editor was blown away by it and made room. In our household we read it aloud on Winter Solstice Eve every year, taking turns and passing the book around. It never fails to give me chills in the very best way. Usually I call dibs on the final section, although getting the last two lines out without breaking down can be hard. Read it aloud, I double-dog dare you - and you won’t be sorry!
Thank you Tracy! I will definitely give it a try -- I've read it so many times in my head. I doubt I'll make it through those last lines either.