Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining amour’s piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
The lyrics from Heather Alexander’s song March of
Cambreadth tumbled through my head as I watched Viking Invasion commence to
battle.
Swords were swinging, spears were jabbing, shields were pounding men were
screaming war cries. The crowds were mesmerized. I was once again in love with
the ballet of battle.
The 2013 San Antonio Highland Games were well underway. In
the distance the haunting sounds of pipers warming up.
The deep rumbling voice of the announcer for
the Heavy Athletic completion had just finished an event for women and was
cajoling with the crowd.
Funnel cake
aroma mixed with roasting turkey legs. Strollers and wheelchairs jockeyed for
positions on the rocky paths.
The day was wonderful; the weather a perfect combination of
sun and cloud. It was warm but not hot. Flashpoint
was just beginning their set
and Robin of the hood had made himself comfortable in a tree.
I sat down to write, to listen and to watch.
Enjoy some of my memories.
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