Rode across the plain.
He rode a steed as black as coal,
With chestnut in the mane.
His shield was blue without design,
His sword, it bit like fire.
There were symbols on the blade
That looked like silver wire.
He lived afar in Harano.
Sir Bullroo was his name,
And this is his adventure
That won him so much fame.
A terrible dragon lived in the north,
Terrorizing a village.
Sir Bullroo went to seek it out,
And save the town from pillage.
He rode and rode all day and night
Until he saw a mountain.
Sir Bullroo knew this was where
He’d find a sacred fountain.
Smoke rose out of it,
As from a volcano.
Then came the dragon,
“Who is in my lair now?”
He rushed at Sir Bullroo,
Who met him with speed.
Then suddenly wings
Appeared on his steed.
They rose to the sky,
The dragon undaunted.
The horse flew much closer
Than Bullroo had wanted.
Roaring in triumph,
The dragon seized them
And blew a great blast
Of his ice breath to freeze them.
But Bullroo lifted his pale blue shield,
Knocking back the ice.
He pushed the dragon to the ground.
It landed in some rice.
The knight swooped down
And was swift with his spear.
The dragon stopped roaring.
Then there was nothing to hear.
But up in the village
There came a shout,
“The dragon is slain!”
And everyone came out.
Their celebration
Outlasted the day.
But in the end, Sir Bullroo
Quietly rode away.
--Laura W., 6th-8th Grade