Dorigen 1 A tale

Dorigen

A tale from Brittany.  

When Chaucer's rhymes were crying out to be kept, their wishes have been respected.

This is a story from long ago,

It goes right back, back to the days

When there was time to grow a rose

And there was time to look at the moon
As she stares down from the sky.
It goes back many years before the factory, 
Many years before the train,

And centuries before the car,

When the gallop of the horse

Was as fast as man could go.

It goes way back before the cold computer age,

To those days when the world was free,

Free from the treadmill of e-mails,

And the inquisitive tentacles of Facebook,

And here it is.
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