The Master and the Ward , a swordfighter and his apprentice

The Master and the Ward
Came cantering, dancing,marching
Said the master with his sword,
“ Great you are a-coming.
A journey-man you’ll ‘come,and I must accord”,
They both went a-marching
The Master and the Ward

“ But Master,” said the Ward
His eyes were a-shining
“ I do not own a sword.
‘Tis rather unbecoming.”
“ Strange it does seem, so I must accord,”
Said the Master smiling
And forth he drew a sword

Speechless he was,(yes was the Ward!)
It was gleaming,shining, sparkling
It truly was, that sword
He went away a-marching
But I must accord
That was the parting
Of the Master and the Ward

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1. Cameron Leon says:

   An enjoyable poem! Keep them coming.