further fixes to my first sestina

[kareina]

While working to memorize the poem before this weekend's performance as part of the Norrsksenbard contest I have found a number of places where I realized it needed further changes. Most of them are minor, but then there was verse six...

The SCA

 

I'll tell a tale about the SCA, 

a game we play that honours chivalry, 

where Pelicans all share their usefulness

and Laurels wonder craft with skilful art, 

where hearth and hall and folk are welcoming; 

a perfect blend of dream and history.

 

We value tales they tell of history

within this dream they call the SCA; 

the bards here make our halls most welcoming; 

they sing their songs in praise of chivalry, 

and every breath they share does ring with art; 

thus they inspire us all to usefulness.

 

Our craftsmen choose their tools for usefulness, 

making with care items from history; 

research does fuel the drive to craft our art

and make the gear to play the SCA; 

these things enhance our deeds of chivalry

and thus the stage we set is welcoming.

 

New people who find us so welcoming

will gladly join in mirth and usefulness, 

with us they learn the ways of chivalry; 

the reading that they've done of history

will form the bedrock of their SCA, 

our new anachronism we fill with art.

 

At feast our cooks serve forth their works of art; 

good food in plenty, rich and welcoming;

our bellies full, we love the SCA,

and praise our hosts for all their usefulness; 

their tales we tell go down in history,

all intertwined in dreams of chivalry.

 

For honour, valour, faith and chivalry, 

ideals we hold and practice as an art; 

as we all strive to echo history, 

and form traditions that are welcoming;

the source of ever further usefulness

within the game we call the SCA.

 

For dreams of chivalry call welcoming

all folk who care for art and usefulness; 

from history we forge the SCA.