.   .   .   the  sun,  long  before  it  rises                                                                                             sends  forth  scouts                                                             unfolding  light  before  its  path                                                             the  sky  shimmers with  painted  clouds   .   .   .                                  The  Host  I                    Here !        Here !                    In a far-off land, a kingly court                    named Canterbury,         of a distant time,                    there chanced to happen                    that whilst I visited,                    the Lord of the Throne did ask                    for a wordly contest, a joust of thots.                    And from my memory, clear,                    I quoth you all I hear                    in this courtly chamber,                    leaving out the trivial, back-stage maneuverings:                                                                  Copyright 2005 njTare