On their chariots they loaded the thrakean uniforms, <br />with all the sketches and colours of their country, <br />the Monastery, the palm tree and the pine tree, <br />the partridge, the tree branch, the flower, the eagle, <br />the bridge, the two-headed and single-headed symbols. <br /> <br />On chariots the twenty seven sarakatsanican aprons: <br />one for the married woman, one for the unmarried, <br />the divorced, the mam of few kids, the mam of many. <br /> <br />On their chariots they loaded the engraved spindles, <br />the gifts of the groom for the bride and her mother. <br /> <br />Then put to oath the snake of the house to protect it. <br /> <br />At the time they passed the Adrianoupolis’ bridge, <br />there at the bridge of Michale, they shed a silent tear, <br />voiced out their obstinacy that soon one day they’ll return. <br /> <br />Thanks for welcoming us, Salonica, home of same soil. <br />Here folks, unload the uniforms, the aprons and spindles, <br />the wounded Thrake; our logo 'Never forget'. Let us all go <br />to marry the boy to the girl he fell in love with, on the way. <br /> <br />Welcome in the marsh, brothers from Salonica; thanks <br />for your gifts. Approach to see us enthroning our groom. <br />Let our whole race raise him high and proclaim trice: <br /> <br />meritorious, meritorious, meritorious <br /> <br />the proper tradition that a Byzantine emperor deserves, <br />the proper tradition to every youngster from Thrake <br /> <br />our blood is colouring his royal purple. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meritorious-meritorious-meritorious/
