A Yeoman had he, and servants no more <br />At that time, for he chose to ride so; <br />And he was clad in coat and hood of green; <br />A sheaf of peacock arrows bright and keen <br />Under his belt he bore full thriftily; <br />Well could he dress his tackle yeomanly: <br />His arrows drooped not with feathers low; <br />And in his hand he bore a mighty bow. <br />A knot-head had he, with a brown visage. <br />Of woodcraft well could he all the usage. <br />Upon his arm he bore a gay bracer, <br />And by his side a sword and a buckler, <br />And on that other side a gay dagger, <br />Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear; <br />A Christopher on his breast of silver sheen; <br />A horn he bore, the baldrick was of green. <br />A forester he was, truly as I guess. <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 Forrest Hainline<br /><br />Forrest Hainline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/general-prologue-05-the-yeoman-geoffrey-chaucer-forrest-hainline-s-minimalist-translation/
