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KnightsKnights play and fight all day,
untill their existence blows away,
in the end who will remember what games were won
and who surrendered?
None nobody, numbers fade
only their graves live on in the glade,
for honour they fought all their lives,
untill they died and it was no use to them.
(rhyming scheme went a little off there!)
(January 2005)Emer, 15, Dublin, Ireland
Poor luck for a poor knightThere was a young knight from Kentucky,
who fought 'till his boots got all mucky,
he lost in his show
and said cheerio,
and hoped that next time he'd be lucky!
(January 2005)Emer, 15, Dublin, Ireland
SorrowI may be a lady,
I do not wield a sword,
But I can see
The sorrow that breeds,
In this tournament.
The knights who raise their lances,
Are husbands,
Fathers,
Yet they are killed,
And you call it sport.
I will never see my son again,
Since he was struck,
And now I'll never, never see,
This death that you call sport.
(January 2005)Sian, 11, Croydon, England
The knight's taleeach day I fight in order to win some money
my parents are poor I have neither brother nor sister
I only just have enough money to buy my armor
my horse is a shetland pony
but I usually win I was brought up as a warriror
I had only one love but she went to be with God in heaven
she was a beautiful lady that was well respected
she was also quite wealthy men wanted her because of her money but I wanted her because I loved her and she loved me
but now shes gone I will never be able to see her again
I am sometimes too cold to fight as I have to sleep on the streets
but then think of my parents
I wonder what they are doing now
(January 2005)Penia, 15, new york and america
The tournamentAll of knights, dressed in their colour,
Wearing all sorts of shiny armour
Battling for, land or a lady,
With their swords, things could get dirty
Not only withdrawing their chrome swords,
But also using all of their force.
I honor the knights, for their braveness,
And glory to them from the highest
(January 2005)Brandon, 10, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
With a bang and a crashThe knights ride proud
A cheer from the crowd
The swords clash
With a bang and a bash
A man falls dead
With a sword in his head
The swords clash
With a bang and a bash
The parents cry
And say good bye
(January 2005)Callum, 11, Ditchingham, UK
JoustingJousting is a rough sport
wearing heavy metal armour on your entire body
riding on horse back with a huge lance in your hand
having to hold on tight to your horse and hiting your opponet as hard as you can
feeding the crowd is not easy either
needing to give the crowd what they want
make sure not to cheat because you will be caught
so play fair and be rough
(January 2005)Daniel, 12, West Grove, USA
To be the champion of championsI will fight for Queen and country
I will fight to be the best.
I will fight for I will be victorious.
Better than all the rest.
Come see me when I mount my horse
come see me when I face my foe
come see me charge at battle
and watch my skillful show.
(January 2005)Georgia, 7, Connahs Quay, Flintshire, UK
The knight from kentThere once was a knight from Kent
his lance and shield were bent
his horse ate hay
on tournament day
and he couldn't get her out of the tent!
(January 2005)Lewis, 16, Rochdale, UK
Tournamenthello daddy
who won?
I dont know
my little son
can we come back
to watch the game?
Yes I will be in it
a person of fame!
(January 2005)Kate, 5, Chichester, UK
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