To Bede

The monks hands caress that tender vellum,
the pen it waits beside.
Reflect does he for a moment so brief,
many musings and so little time.
The task that does behold him…a Nation’s
story he’s about to tell.
Ponder deeply kind monk, be humble,
with your ink chronicle well.

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