My mother called me to her side when I was almost four
She said, ‘Great plans we have for you – you’ll wed the man next door’
I looked her in the eye and said ‘Nay that will never be,
For I’m wed to my armor, a warrior I will be’
My sister taught me how to spin when I was naught but six
‘Something useful you should know, stop playing war with sticks!’
I looked her in the eye and said ‘First you shall find me dead
Before my hand will drop my sword to spin a skein of thread.’
My father gave me pen and ink when I was almost eight
‘Practice hard and take great pains – as scribe you could be great’
I looked him in the eye and said ‘The day I die is when
I’ll e’er lay sword down long enough to practice with a pen.’
My brother brought a book of prayers when I was just but ten
‘Perhaps ‘tis God that you should serve – leave fighting to the men.’
I looked him in the eye and said, ‘I’ll pray when fighting’s done.
A warrior knows at the end of the day to say, ‘God, that was fun!’
My king gave me a sword and shield when I had turned fifteen
‘Learn now all the warrior’s trade; your passion I have seen.’
I looked him in the eye and said ‘At Your Majesty’s request,
I’ll serve you true until I die, a warrior of the West.
I’ll serve you true until I die, a warrior of the West.’
"Step down piece, June Crown, XXXVII." -- Ivone Pons Leyr
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne K. Reynolds
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