Camelot

I was dreaming this morning, that I was back in university. I was in America, with my college set, we were young, and the world was warm

``Don't let it be forgot. That once there was a spot . For one brief shining moment. That was known as Camelot!''

I remember this verse, as I saw it on a picture of JFK. The first time, I was in Washington DC. It was at a shop selling political memorabilia. Badges and Buttons, from past campaigns.

Today being Friday, I had to work hard, when everyone else seemed to have it easy. I dreamed, of my Camelot, I dreamed, what once was, was again. That we were all young. It was more fun, then pushing a barrow full of books.

Whilst staring at the barrow. I noticed that there was a site report. It was from the University of Glasgow. My alma mater. Anyway, I remembered that at my university, I had indeed studied Camelot, both one of the possible physical sites. (Tintagel) and the legend, itself.

Ah, I thought, if you had worked harder, perhaps you would be King, and even have a Guinvere, and neither would your feet hurt.

These are my aching feet. My feet keep walking, keep moving, as my head dreams of castle's in the air