Best Squire Poems
A young squire set off
through the dark woods
he was on his way to town
to find adventure and fun
When he was set upon by villains
bravely he fought them off
his sword now blood-red
on toward the town ahead
Then a fearsome dragon
blocked his way with fire
he strung his longbow
and shot it dead through the eye
He passed by an old man
his cart stuck in a rut
the squire lent a hand
his gaze he could not advert
He has e-spied a comely maiden
hair of gold and lips like satin
a twinkle in her blue eyes as she gazed
struck by the bolt of love
He rode with them to town
saw them settled in the inn
then to the lord of the manor
to swear his fealty on bended knee
The lord knighted the young squire
"A boon, I ask," my lord, "I am in love
and wish to wed. Will you grant my wish"?
"Indeed I will," the lord replied,
"Lets all feast and be merry
as you take your bride's hand",
a banquet spread before them
they exchanged their rings
Now they retire to the boudoir
there let us leave this pair of new weds
written 03/22/2013
contest: medaeval idealism
I knew a man who always traveled,
he worked hard and was ever on the go.
He said that he would like to own property,
a Squire or Country Gentleman, as you may know.
I could not believe it,
as one day he came with cash in hand.
He said he wanted to get away to quiet,
but all he wanted was the land.
I thought it strange that he do this,
as he never liked staying in one place.
He said he still wanted to travel,
but would use this for his base.
I wondered why the big One-Eighty,
for he turned completely around.
He said it was just a change of direction,
one he had never before found.
I hoped that it would settle him,
because he was strange enough.
He said that if I did not want his money,
that he just leave and take all of his stuff.
I wanted him to know my feelings,
about how his life would change.
He said that I was not to worry,
he was not going to join a Monastic Grange.
I sold him the property he wanted,
and put the money in several banks.
He did not have very much to say,
but just gave me a word or two of thanks.
I wandered by there the other day,
not trying to raise any alarm.
The place was run down, unkempt, and shoddy,
apparently...he "bought the farm".
I suppose that nearly every town has its share of self-appointed snobs,
A few old crabs and the usual crowd of ordinary Bills, Jills and Bobs.
In our fair village there's a character whose name is "Squire" Squab,
Whose well-known eccentricities stand out among the seething mob!
No one seems to know how the title of "squire" he acquired.
Nor has anyone that I know of really ever inquired.
He certainly isn't a lawyer, justice of the peace or judge,
Though he assumes those self-appointed roles at the slightest nudge!
He always wears a derby hat, spats and a dovetail coat.
Kids harass him unmercifully trying to get his goat!
On his daily stroll downtown he'll sidle up to some hapless soul,
With a myriad of inane propositions that he wishes to extol!
Many times at town council meetings, that august body he'll disrupt,
To denounce their ancestry, telling them that they are most corrupt!
At Baptist prayer meetings he often disturbs their peace,
And must be cuffed and escorted to jail by the local police!
Although some folks consider the "Squire" a peculiar curiosity,
Others like to think that he exudes a distinguished virtuosity!
When all is said and done, he is simply a naive and harmless guy,
But he certainly animates our town, this we surely can't deny!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A fine country squire name of Zachary,
Made a fortune in his haberdashery.
The ladies and gents,
Put out a fair pence,
In return for the good squire's advisory.
He fancied a dowager lady,
Known as quiet, fastidious Miss Sadie.
She was quite a good looker,
Also a good cooker,
But there was two sides to this lady.
The squire did call on Miss Sadie.
Demurely she promised him maybe,
They could have tea,
Beneath the Oak tree,
And he began seeing her daily.
One week was all that it took,
And the squire was firmly hooked.
He lost lots of weight,
In one week of dates,
'Cause Sadie really knew how to cook.
Country Squire that owns this estate
Surrounding land and many lakes
No longer comes on scheduled time
In the village he mostly awaits
On his white steed he often climbs
To the estate he comes anytime
Brings a lady by his carriage
Wants a soulmate's love that's sublime
On estate he has advantage
Where he can put in her beverage
A potion of borage love potion
Hopes this will lead to a marriage
For this woman he wants for wife
To live and love him all his life
In his castle there will be no strife
In his castle there will be no strife
Angel of fire, followed by faithful right hand,
the squire of no desire, he's lonely, old and tired,
but his war is a death sentence from over,
years made him bolder, while also much colder,
a crack away from snap, snap away from burst,
stomach hurts, tear and squirts out the insides,
no one knows where he went but he can't hide,
angel thinks "he's mine",
but without his mind, which she took, he's blind,
goin down a road no one can find,
sad really, it's kinda silly,
his thoughts are many but acts are few,
just wants to sit in the morning fog and dew.