In days of ye oldie England when noble-men at the time sat of Arthur’s Round Table

There was many a brave Sir Knights with their noble deeds, which were not fable

Many an adversary was forced to concede by these nobles as they rode a steed

They were race men apart, of sorts that assumed stature, a very rare breed indeed

 

Snapping back to reality was one heck of a jolt, car in front had came to a halt

My case shot the from front seat and front tyre burst, as I crashed my brand new ‘Colt’

All my battling with the wheel to control my steed of steal had proved all for naught

When I came around, my head was banging, I had crashed outside a ‘Castle’ of sort

 

Through the mist of my radiator didst curiously appear a noble gent atop’ wheels of steel’

His calming voice reached out in the confusion “Is there any part of you, you can’t feel?”

This angle of mercy had appeared, through the gathering crowds with masterly swerves

He called for help, moved back the crowds and managed to calm my panicking nerves

 

Such heroism from this noble gent reminded me of those deeds were once thought fable

I enquired “Whence come you, sir?” His reply “From the ‘Disabled of Round Table’”

“Come sire!” he said “lets not tarry please let us tend all wounds and the crash report”

With marshalled help I was transferred swiftly to yonder ‘castle’, a ‘Magnificent Court’

 

Up a ramp through automated portcullis they carried me, into a state of the art reception

We were well met by Head of Services who gave a potted history from the forts inception

Such rich surroundings, every adaptation stretched out before me way into the distance

It was a warm and welcoming in its design created by grateful patients for its existence

 

I was settled in my quarters and to aid my recovery they brought this top string quartet

Urbane music born as if atop a gentle breeze hypnotically played by the cellist, Yvette

My respect grew when I learning t she had musically succeeded despite visual impairment

I determined to acquaint myself and learn her coping systems my knowledge to augment

 

I was humbled when I was told they had existed in the courts at the time of King Arthur

These noblemen and women, heroic deeds legendary and set up by the King’s wife Martha

They had used their disability as key to scout their king’s foe before Arthur sent a Knight

All their deeds gave much to muse that I determined that others with truth should reunite

 

To aide my modern quest, during my recovery, they helped me set up project ‘Reconnect’

To bring all parts of society together look at interaction issues with all problems to dissect

I began my talks with, ‘You can lead a horse to water, but what motivates it to drink?’

Then into feedback groups examining disability issues giving perceptions a rethink

 

To teach and be taught giving equal access to all layers of society showing each other respect

Take away any inflexible ideas and bias, to impress inside we’re the same that’s worthy to project

Just like the quartet’s urbane music the project’s message should float atop a breeze throughout

A plan conceived and developed together with targets accountable would give some clout

 

Each Noble from the ‘Disabled of the Round Table’ passed on all their teachings true

Many of their decedents are helping all in today’s society in the form of ‘Break-though’

True there are many groups who champion disability covering the cause from a different side

We are all pushing toward the same cause it makes long term sense that projects were allied

 

Fully recovered I bade farewell to Nomadic Court and then perchance spotted a visitors book

It came in volumes, many copies per shelf, bound in gold leaf, just couldn’t resist a little look

It contain testimony of other unfortunate travellers, who like me benefited from their ministering

Tales of their heroic proportions, how they bring knowledge, that needs applause not whispering