The Poem of Adventure

UNIT 1

The Poem of Adventure

Poem

Deep inside the mountain

the adventures hide themselves.

They are of all forms and shapes.

They all have an excellent ending,

because those that live their lives in adventure

see the world in an extraordinary special way.

To attract the adventures into the patterns of habit

you only need to close your eyes

and ask them to embrace you.

You can also imagine that you are transparent

and feel the wind stream through you

instead of going against you.

Or imagine there are tiny little wings on your back

and every time you take a new step you bounce a bit.

Maybe life itself is one big adventure

if only you have the correct shades on.

Back in the days of old

when knights were bold

 who with a sword or lance

in armour sought romance.

It was the age of chivalry

long ago in man’s history

when to fight for a righteous cause

one did gain considerable applause.

It was mainly for show, love and glory

they deemed themselves being worthy

to capture the heart of some fair maiden

which was the most desired prize laden.

Oh, they would strike heavy blows

on all of their opponents and foes

in a one to one combat defying death

as crowds watched with abated breath.

Yes, it was far back in those days of yore

that courage and strength came to the fore

where there was this life and death struggle;

such issues at hand the knights would juggle.

And in fighting for their country, faith and king

noble impressions on people’s minds would ring

that even through the ages are held in high esteem

those knights in shinning armour do now all seem.

There are many legends based on their heroic exploits

 a legacy of tales which have been told with much adroit

 highlighting aspects of human wisdom related to virtue and vice

and the lessons to be learnt are those of goodness and sacrifice.

History usually repeats itself time and again

as it often happens a situation comes when

we’re asked to do something for a just cause

and acting with chivalry we shouldn’t pause.

                                                                                                             George Krokos

About the Poet

GeorgeKrokos was born on 30th June, 1951 in Samos, Greece and now lives in Melbourne, Australia. He is an aspiring poet who has written quite a number of poems inspired by nature, science, philosophy and the spiritual aspects of life. He has studied eastern and western religions and associated philosophy for over 35 years and has practised various forms of Yoga and meditation.

GLOSSARY

lance - a long weapon with pointed steel head

chivalry - bravery

abated breath - with their breathing growing less

impressions - an idea, feeling, or opinion about something or someone, especially one formed without conscious thought or on the basis of little evidence.

exploits - a bold or daring feat

adroit - skilfully