Author Peter H. Lee I return on horseback to the capital of five hundred years. Hills and rivers remain the same, but where are the great men of the past? Alas, the age of grand peace— it was only a dream! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments