The Tale Spinner or The Traveling Troubadour

A way of life in Medieval time

He travels alone through wind and storm

as o'er the countryside he roams.

searching for a tavern or humble home

to spin his tales near a fire warm.

 

He plays quite well the mandolin.

For him to sup thine ears he must win

His voice doth make one feel the rain,

sun or mist, aye even a lover's passionate kiss.

 

For a pint of ale he will spin a tale

of love, or war, or wind and sail.

His stories may be short or may be long,

for food and drink he will add a song.

 

A bed for the night will win thee a tale

of uncanny happenings beyond the pale.

or a merrie one if ye prefer

of Robin Hood or Much the Miller.

 

His songs of King Arthur sparkle like gems

as do those of the heros that followed him.

His stories of the women these heros adored

are as tender as any that tell of amour.

 

His tales might engender feelings of peace

or quicken the blood make thy hearts to race.

Make maidens to sigh in the throes of romance,

bring a tear to the eye or nature's beauty enhance.

 

He travels alone through wind and storm

in search of shelter and a welcome warm.

I prithee invite him into thy homes or inns

for his stories will remain, though he depart with the winds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Thou hast created a charming poem, it shines with nostalgia of a simpler time when people were happy with little things life offers.

[Valentine]

I love the mandolin, especially in the old time country songs of long ago,,Lovely one Robert..lol and God bless Mom Ami..Kathie

[Chris38]

I have always had a thing for the travelling troubadour ans suspect you would have made a good one yourself. A tale in verse that sang to me like one of his won songs,