The Bard and I

When I met the Bard back in the day he was only seventeen. I introduced him to merriment and showed him how to dream. At twenty one I flew him to where the dun cows roam. Where we sang the ancient songs and cried the ancient groans. The Bard was my companion He captain, I first mate. We spent each night together with or without plate. Although, forty years have go’n by. We still sit blood shot, eye to eye. He the man and I the rye.