Thursday, October 1, 2015


                    The Miller, Pardoner and the Wife of Bath,
                    Among the sundry other pilgrims on
                    Their way to Canterbury, rode a path
                    Of immortality, and though they’re gone
                    (Or never were indeed), what Chaucer did
                    Imagining them, undying now in verse,
                    Will never be forgotten (God forbid!)
                    Since each new generation will rehearse
                    And relish what may seem like history
                    But flowed from an imagination steeped
                    With lore and colored by rich fantasy
                    So when well read, off from the page it leaped,
                    And now and ever after will delight
                    Our hearts and our imaginings excite.