The sun soaked castle

By Ryan Pearce

The breeze is light,

The sun soaks the castle with heat,

The people always farming and building makes it seem so alive.

The walls built so high and strong makes the castle feel safe.

Huge towers that look beyond the city's indestructible walls with windows that look so small,

The lookout is always awake and ready,

People celebrating and having fun,

Drinking wine and mead as the kids run around playing tag.

The king on his throne chest high and proud of what he and the city's people have made.

As i soar above a smile comes across my beak

Today was the jousting tournament,

The knights in their silver and gold armour glimmering in the sun,

Staring each other in the eyes like two cowboys from the wild west,

They would shout charge and the horse would run,

The horse in identical armour to the knight at top speed looked like a blur,

The man would lean forward and put out his jous,

It would go straight into the other man's tummy,

Without making a noise he would fall,

Haray haray the crowd would cheer in joy and the other man would give up his gold

As the day went on it got darker,

Along with the light the heat went to,

Everyone now asleep the city is silent,

Smoke coming from stone chimneys filling the air with the smell of burnt wood,

The walls now extra guarded as the kingdom is asleep,