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When a knight won his spurs...

My grandson just seems to encapsulate the message of this old school hymn written by Jan Struther, of Mrs Miniver fame. She was an agnostic, apparently. Appomattox was in the garden shed playing with an old wooden sword looking for all the world like an illustration for the hymn. Natural light for a change:

“When a Knight Won His Spurs”

When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God and for valour he rode through the land.

No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
‘Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.

Camera Olympus E-M5
Exposure 0.008 sec (1/125)
Aperture f/2.0
Focal Length 12 mm
ISO Speed 200