The Weathervane By Serenity Vervain.

Cast your eyes skyward;and pray,do you confide?See how something simple can a hidden treasure hide?

Ever pointing north,a warrior's sword gleams;belonging to the spirit whocomes to the brave in dreams. Yes,the sword is there.And yet,nobeast knows that high atop the abbey a red pommel stone glows.Once struck by lightning and causing it to fall.

Delivered to the squirrel Samkin and yet,nobeast recalls."It is forgotten,"I say with great disdain The sword of Martin rests atop the Redwall weathervane