Harry has been a poet, writer, and technical journalist for as long as he could write. This is dedicated to my son and daughter, the delights of my life and the next. Please go gently through this garden and leave the foliage untrammeled. Thank you for coming. http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/ en-us Thu, 23 May 2013 06:01:16 -0500 Policlicks LLC I tried to warn them what would happen, so I did Old Moss readied his home beneath the tree for winter's wind He lived within the roots as he was anchored to the ground The tree had lived as long as the thick forest was Old Moss was a magician to some And a religious to the others But as re http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2991/ Mon, 12 Nov 2007 10:23:00 -0600 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2991/ Kyryrn was lord of some lands below the Forth These were rich areas of calm and trade These were towns using the law of land And Kyryn was even and respected rather than feared The first attacks from the dragon boats had come at Midsummer They had looted and burned Killing subjects at random http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2968/ Thu, 8 Nov 2007 12:28:00 -0600 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2968/ Rex Mydaefandynm mac Mydaefand from Firth upon Forth Had only one lesson to learn while young Kill or die At five winters he was given a sword by his father And set upon a dog with a bone The dog died at his hands By seven summers he was an accomplished hunter Mastering bow and blade He neve http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2946/ Mon, 5 Nov 2007 08:35:00 -0600 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2946/ It's over, I'm done - stick a fork into me Dylan has made a Cadillac ad And compact discs are done as a medium I thought it was over ten years ago now When I last rid myself of hundreds of lps And Bobby boy did an ad for Victoria and her secrets At least that was funny and we all were just jea http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2918/ Sun, 4 Nov 2007 08:29:00 -0600 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2918/ Cykles nee Gryffred from Holyrood byrn Dark boyhood memories of an ending of time Burning pyres of flesh and smoke filled with death The violent dragon ship raiders laid waste to everything Living but the children They left them alone on the coast with ash filled air All the valuables burning http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2917/ Sun, 4 Nov 2007 07:39:00 -0600 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2917/ The skin and leather clad harriers pounded on the table Only two men wore cloth, Mydaefandynm and The stranger Neither flax nor hemp, just animal and steel This was not the refined times of legend These were not the warrior princes of tales yet to be told Each man was testament to his violence http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2883/ Thu, 1 Nov 2007 09:39:00 -0500 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2883/ Before the headless traitor's bodies could hit the floor Warriors on both sides of the long table kicking out their stools Behind them were on their feet No one but the serving boy had noticed the door open At the far end of the meeting hall a cloaked stranger blew in Like a summer's breeze on http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2871/ Wed, 31 Oct 2007 08:43:00 -0500 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2871/ Dark leaden gray clouds just touching wind bent trees Little light shone into the murky night Cold drizzle had become part of existence The log and mud meeting hall squat on a rise Inside Air was thick with the smoke of braziers and burning fat Tallow candles, and smelled of Sweat from night http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2741/ Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:48:00 -0500 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2741/ He passed the room many times a day Its dark interior calling his name, knowing his Essence Little light escaped, but there were shadows Sitting like so many knicknacks propped on rows of shelves So many incidents of self All fading into the dark Love life languishing loosing luster Pluperf http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2568/ Tue, 9 Oct 2007 12:20:00 -0500 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2568/ As daylight wanes and night takes over Cold clear star nights are yet to come And mist clouds sit just above streetlights Young girls become women and see his eyes In their dreams And feel the damp pull of some harvest moon Time and tide slow to a crawl And the night raven calls one last time http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2551/ Mon, 8 Oct 2007 08:00:00 -0500 http://www.musecrafters.com/hfurness/2551/