AMERICA, MICHIGAN TERRITORY 1819

A MEDIEVAL TEMPLAR KNIGHT GOLD COIN EVERY ELITE ROYAL CAVALIER HAD... AND MORE... MUCH MORE... THEY GUARDED THE GREATEST SECRET OF ALL...
SHORTLY BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN 1820, WILL IS BACK HOME IN ENGLAND AGAIN. NOW FINALLY WELL... WITH A FEW SCARS, BUT WISER AND A HAPPY MAN HE IS READY... FOR WHAT? THE 1st. DUKE OF WILLOWBEE, MARQUES OF LINDESAY, BARON OF TOWERSTON, KNIGHT OF THE ORDER OF THE BATH, ST. PATRICK, THE THISTLE, ST. MICHAEL AND ST. GEORGE, A RATHER SECRET COMPANION OF THE GARTER, ELITE ROYAL CAVALIER AND NOW A GENERAL... AND MORE, INSISTING MEN MAKE FINE TITLES... FINE TITLES DO NOT MAKE A MAN. THIS IS SIR WILLIAM WILLOUGHBY LINDESAY AT 30, DECEMBER 23 IN DOVER. WHAT HAPPENED??? JUST READ AND FIND OUT... ENJOY!
A LIFELONG DREAM COME TRUE HE STRANGELY SEES... NEVER GIVING UP SHE IS WILLOUGHBY'S SWEET BEAUTIFUL ANGEL ROSIE... HAVING VIOLET BLUE EYES AND AS 'SEEN' IN A VISION BY WILL READY AND EXPECTING TO DIE IN MICHIGAN. AGAIN SHE KEPT HIM ALIVE.SHORTLY AFTER THIS LIKENESS OF HER WAS INDEED QUICKLY MADE BY WILLOUGHBY IN 1819... BEFORE HE TRAVELS BACK TO ENGLAND TO FIND HER. WHO IS SHE? NEVER GIVING UP, HE KNOWS SHE IS SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND... AND STILL WAITING FOR HIM... AFTER SWEARING IN A MYSTERIOUS POEM THAT SHE WOULD WAIT FOREVER... EVEN LEAVING HIM A GOLDEN LOCK OF HAIR... 15 YEARS EARLIER, ONLY SIGNING THE POEM: WITH ETERNAL LOVE R.A.F. LEAVING HER A DARK LOCK OF HIS HAIR AT 15, HE IS CONVINCED SHE IS THE ONE ALWAYS WITH HIM EVER SINCE HE WAS 6. WILL HAD HER HAIR MADE INTO A GOLDEN WATCH CHAIN... HE IS STILL MORE THAN FOND OF AT 30.
BROTHERS... WILLOWBEE AND MCGREGOR...
"I CANNOT RECALL EVER BEING BORN, BUT I CAN REMEMBER DYING... SEVERAL TIMES... BROTHER." Robert McGregor smiled; "SO CAN I, SIR WILLIAM." Willoughby's 'Soul Search'... Have You ever been to YOU...?
Long ago...

REDEMPTION

1819... UNAFRAID, WILLOUGHBY GOES OUT TO DIE AN HONORABLE DEATH...

Today I got out of bed with a poem in my head,

Wondering what did I do to deserve You.

My soul has been searched and found again,

My Angel... I became my friend.

Please, do let me express gratefulness,

For You were always near and with me everywhere.

You see, my Darling again I’m me!

And…  I … Love YOU to Idiocy!

Now you know! Don’t say I didn’t tell you so!

Grateful for what given and life as it should be,

A bit older and wiser maybe... anew Willoughby!

 

Oh, yesss! Better than new; I can really see!

No longer asking: “Why?”  I was again ready to die,

Seeing a horde of fierce warriors full of hatred clad,

Tomahawks and arrows... they were really mad!

My Sweet Angel so you know... four days ago,

Armed with a percussion pistol… and one shot,

Much support, Rob McGregor and I had not.

Rifles really none… ammunition all gone,

Certain we had finished with slaughter and war,

And all the horrors we had seen and done before,

But clearly no, it seemed not to be so.

 

Oh yes, a Royal Cavalier "takes care" of many,

or more... But now what for?

Always able to understand,

We are guests or intruders on their land,

A few words were enough to say farewell:

“Brother, I’ll find you in Hell!

Always the very best of men,

I thank you for being a damn good friend!”

Again ready for the one never a friend,

We just stared death in the face again.

 

Meaningless things... riches or poverty,

Unwilling to end more lives an idea came to me.

It was leaving this world as the day I came in,

Just a sad soul carrying nothing is not sin,

Convinced the Love in my Heart will always stay,

My Sweet Rosie… just a man, what more can I say?

Outside I went and stood without fear,

With nothing to say or to show, but a bear claw.

Then suddenly YOU, my Sweet Angel were there!

 

Holding my hands and brave as could be,

A breathtaking vision in gold, rosy pink and ivory!

Ohhh...! What a magnificent sight to see,

My life almost history...

A last gift of Love from You to me!

I Know now You were always forgiving somehow...

And I sang from my soul; “You were always with me,

My Sweet Darling Angel, I Love You to idiocy!”

Seeing incredible beauty shining right from your soul,

Never forgetting me, I became your hero and all!

You said:”… for YOU are my Knight in Golden Armor,

My Celestial Prince from the skies,

And I … see paradise in your eyes!”

 

Life might be full of tests and tricks,

But ever since a small boy at six,

Sweet Angel my heart so true, again I knew,

You are the one for me and I was made for you!

Goddess Aurora… my glorious dawn you were here,

But suddenly gone… true love as always somewhere…

Alive, looking sadly down...

A Tomahawk was a gift by my feet,

A warrior surely thought I'm just white man's deseat...

The Indians were gone as silently as they had come.

Never a coward or strength I lack,

But after that, all just went black as in a sack.

 

Oh, yessss… But yesterday morning they came back.

With gifts celebrated like never before,

My Darling Rosie, my Sweet Love I do adore!

Sugar, cigars and tea went one way and nothing a bother,

Skins, blankets, pipes and strange foods went the other.

A Chief and a Medicine Man pointed to a bare willow tree,

Holding out a bee of pure gold… and staring at me,

Clearly telling I’ve been seen before in times of yore.

How that could be… I have no idea.

 

 

Writing this in a Huron camp,

Again there is no postage or a stamp...

My Love, just like at Waterloo,

Again You came when I most needed you.

Death took Michael Eowan, my newborn Son,

Even before his life here really begun,

Twins, and a little Daughter... gone as well,

I now can tell,

But neither their mother or me,

Think nuptials are what there now should be,

And if she does, she must find another remedy.

Indeed not nice, but everything has a price,

I am paying my dues, redemption to find.

Will You truly be mine?

 

England no longer a place to stay,

To clear my head I sailed far away.

We are in America, Darling Rosie… now 1819,

And there is more snow here than I’ve ever seen.

Here in earlier New France… What irony!

Oh well, the name now is Michigan Territory.

As always with Rob, my best friend,

We’re like adventurous school boys again.

Sharing with General Washington your embrace,

He needs a smile... on his back I’ve painted your face.

 

You're mine, he's staring at the wall… Doing fine.

Just waiting for the snow to go… I long for you so!

But only seeing Dover, the wait might be over.

In England you are, I will find you there…

If searching till I’m a hundred… everywhere!

Wait for me! Don’t go away!

YOU are Home and I come to stay!

 

I Love You to Idiocy! With all due respect please agree and marry me!

 Forever and Beyond,

Your Willoughby

 

Today is Christmas Day... If I may... Happy Christmas my Love, I say!

 

Copyright©2012 by Kari M. Knutsen

 

Not only seeing Willoughby's extraordinary green eyes, the Indians instantly knew... it was him... the great spirit Chief Wildhawk... a legend of many glorious stories...

In want of something more suitable than a piece of wood, Will painted a likeness of his Sweet Beautiful Angel Rosie on the back of a portrait of George Washington (who had served under British General Braddock in the French and Indian War)... and the unforgiving French Trapper who sold Will and Rob the cabin for 6 bottles of whiskey had left hanging over the fireplace...

McGregor and Willoughby, very much males and lifelong best friends through thick and thin... no questions asked ever since they were 7 years old, had grown up to become soldiers and officers. An unbreakable bond, they had always protected and looked after each other often saving each other's lives. Both knew the Indians were awfully good at torturing... not only scalping... the natives had learned to do from the British...  Before going outside all starkers, Will thought he had convinced Rob to take the percussion pistol and shoot himself before the Indians could harm his best friend. Rob however did not, hiding under the broken cabin window pointing the pistol at Will... ready to shoot him before the Indians could harm Willoughby. After that McGregor would cut his own throat with his Scottish dirk... No decent Scot left home without...

 

"Nature is the finest church there is and ever was. It is always open and everyone is welcome." William Willoughby 1820

 

 

 

CLARITY AND TRUTH...
Sailing away to America...
Sir Robert Eowan McGregor, Duke of Lochlan 1819
Sir William Willoughby Lindesay, Duke of Willowbee
New Years, England 1820-21."She's not here either..."
NOT ONLY HONORED AND DRESSED UP LIKE A CHIEF BY THE NATIVE INDIANS IN 1819, CHIEF WARHAWK...WHO HAD BEEN A WHITE MAN... WILLOUGHBY WAS SHOWN A MYSTERIOUS BEE. THE BEE WAS OF GOLD, HEAVY AND LARGER THAN A MAN'S HAND. IT HAD A LETTER W WITH A CROWN AND A GREEN STONE... NOT A PERIDOT BUT A RARE GREEN DIAMOND... IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THE BEE IN THE VERY OLD WILLOWBEE COAT OF ARMS WHICH HAD A WILLOW TREE AS WELL. 2 ITALIAN PICCOLO GOLD COINS FROM THE 14TH. CENTURY SOMEONE HAD BROUGHT LONG AGO WERE SHOWN TOO. (THERE BEFORE CHRISTOPHER COLOMBUS CAME...) THE SMALL RED CROSS IS A CRUSADER OR A TEMPLAR KNIGHT CROSS...
WILLOUGHBY HONORED AS THE MAN WHO BECAME CHIEF WILDHAWK... A WHITE MAN, A WARRIOR AND A MONK WHO CAME FROM FAR AWAY LONG AGO IN 1317... AFTER A STORM AND 1 OF 2 SURVIVORS ON A WRECK OF A 'HOUSE ON THE SEA.' A MAN THEY CALLED 'YELLOW HAIR' WAS THE OTHER AND A WARRIOR-MONK OR MORE TOO.
SAILING HOME AGAIN... BACK IN ENGLAND CHRISTMAS 1820...
GOLD AND RICHES...

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Ilana Haley | Reply 07.10.2015 01.07

This is fantastic my darling Kari :)

Ilana Haley | Reply 18.07.2014 00.43

My Darling Kari, these are fantastic poem. So precious to me

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