Tell us of the ancient bards,
Sing to us, Euterpe, Muse of song,
Daughter of Mnemosyne, fathered by Zeus,
Tell us of the learned poets and tellers of stories,
Who told of the bravery of tribal warriors
Who fought and died for clan and country.
The Bard (ca. 1817), painting by John Martin
Bards who stood before kings and chieftains,
Gave them immortality with great stories
Only a bard could compose,
Stories of great deeds and victories
Those leaders accomplished in life,
Deeds that made them infamous.
Great power the bards had with words
That would give fame to victorious kings,
Or shame to defeated enemies,
Such as the Bard of Avon
Who brought tragedy to King Lear,
Or Taliesen who immortalized King Arthur.
The Bard of Ayrshire gave us the famous
Tribute to love with a Red Red Rose,
A devotion to eternal love,
Oh, what words more beautiful than
“And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.”
And we, The Bards of TCE,
Are but descendants of these ancient bards
And many more, whose words of love,
Bravery and kind deeds
Made them immortal, as our words
Will in time make us immortal.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns