[Ponte Alto] A Pennsic Musing...

[afpopa at cox.net]

The snapping of war banners
heard to the North.
Mighty Atlantia
soon sallies forth.

Midrealm and Eastrealm
face off on the field.
No quarter given,
none asked to yield.

Foes, friends, and allies
fall like mown wheat.
Dust rises in clouds
in the harsh August heat.

The cannon twice thunders,
cheers rise in the air.
Many stories to tell,
"No $#!+ I was there..."