Squire

A humble peasant is no more
His fields were scarred by the war
To make a stand he rises up
Only to fill a new master's cup
Though he chose the path of knight
First he learns the squire's plight
The many years dulled his wit
At every misstep his knight doth spit
So he goes about completing his chores
Everyday adding to his horrors
One day he will be great
Though for now he patiently waits

Reviews

[Daytonight]

I love stories and poems about knights and medieval times. This one was really well done. Great rhyme and flow with this poem. Keep on penning!