I've gone to fight a dragon now,
And perhaps seal my fate.
I ride on through the morning,
Crisp and clear and bright,
With armor shining brightly
Reflecting rays of light.
I've searched the whole land over,
Where can the dragon be?
I've looked in every forest dark,
But nothing did I see,
I've traveled hills and fields alike,
I've searched each little glen,
I guess I'll give up for today,
And tomorrow search again.
- © James Browne -
1977