YOUR story and photographs of Hyndburn councillor David Myles dressing up as a medival knight for his wedding (LET, September 16) prompted me to dig out the poem with which I won first prize in a 1985 competition in which the Lancashire Evening Telegraph was involved with some 10 regional newspapers in various parts of the country.
My prize was a £100-worth of perfumes and an invitation to be at the reading in London of all the winners' poems.
Unfortunately, we had booked a holiday and could not attend.
I named this poem, 'The Knight's return,' which went as follows:
Oh, would that I could woo thee
Thou creature so divine,
To press my lips on they lips,
Mine arms entwine with thine.
Oh, comely wench who lies a-bed
Mine own garb I would doff,
And I would woo thee till the dawn
Could I but get this armour off.
ALBERT J MORRIS, Clement View, Nelson.
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