This is a wonderful poem about Richard by Bob Ferdinand. He has given permission for me to share his work. Such a wonderful job, thank you Bob!
The Last Plantagenet
In August, at late Summer’s teeming height,
The last Plantagenet rode forth one day
Defying Fortune, rising to the fight
And risking all in battle’s bloodied fray.
He stood resolved which course he must pursue
To stem the sham of Richmond’s royal claim
A final thrust could see the battle through
To ride straight for The Tudor was his aim.
Surrounded by the pride of England’s might
With heart set high he charged the foe pell-mell
Within the deepest folds of battle’s fright
King Richard strove- he sought, he fought, he fell.
A King he lived and died, without regret-
On Bosworth Field the Sun in Splendor set.
White Rose 