Full-lunged songs sing enemies defeat.
Sheep set loose, blacksmith's bench returned to use and milkmaid's buckets spilled with glory tales.
Planted seeds found time to thrive and farmers rose to reap their ripened wheat.
The warrior, at peace with peace like thief resolved to turn a leaf.
And lovers made lovers' plans.
Pebble games, daisy chains and sub chin butter tests.
Kids peel sticks of birch to feel slick moistured fingertips.
Blue sky laced with tight white webs; field of high rye tickled skylarks, levitating stars.

On contented drone of bee musicians improvise a melody fuelled by feast fermented fruit.
Sun-cooked air blew through flutes and round bright maypole strings a jig in plaited time thrilled quickened hearts.

Birds and butterflies flit from wayside bush and ditch.
The track from town to stone soon jammed with revellers inching chattily towards their sacred site where she and he vowed their proud love.
No kingdom could have crowned him with more joy than her.