Away the Swords
By Staff Writer Paganus Greybeard
Home.
Off the Ships -
So long at Sea -
Off the Roads -
So long the Riding and Marching -
I am Home.
The stone walls around me -
courtyard and wall -
common room and kitchens -
My room - my sanctuary - awaits.
Unsaddle the horse -
Wipe down, rub down -
Grain and water -
So trusted and steady -
Honoured, trusted friend & companion -
Again home -
In pasture’s safety -
Run and have a moment away from the Wars.
I hang the tabards, the baldrics, surcoat, doublet,
mailshirt away.
I don again the the pants and tunic.
The Swords again locked away high upon the wall.
The Shields hung also upon the wall.
Retain the Daggers - useful tools.
Slice the bread and cheese -
Core the apples -
Time for lunch -
Here back at home -
Back in this village -
This community -
Where baker knows butcher -
Candlesticks knows weaver -
All know the blacksmith -
My village -
My quiet place -
My home -
Where I serve the Lords & Ladies -
The Lord & Lady -
So pull up a stool or chair -
Gather ’round -
I’ll draw a pint for all -
This Barman has tales to tell!