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Utgard Online Magazine of the Northern Tradition is ©1998-2009 Skergard

Issue #1 March 1998

My Lord, A Viking

A Poem by Miradax

The thaw is here, Ostara has arrived with her promise of summer.
My Lord grows restless with each warm breeze that billows.
'Tis time to go a viking he is heard to mummer.
The lambing and calving are done, the fields tilled and furrowed.
'Tis time to set the long boats with their dragon heads against the waves.
'Tis time to raise the oars and let the winds fill the sails again.
This year we'll fill the hulls with prizes from afar and bring honor to our Gods.
Odin, Thor and Tyr protect and guide us.
May the fallen enter through Valgrind with the Valkyries into Valhalla.
My Lord is a viking, my lot to wait his return.
Freyja and Freyr bless our summer and make it fruitful.
With the cold winds the dragon ships return, my lord's property will be as it should.
My Lord, I pray will step from the boat as I run to meet it.
My eyes scan the faces that alight as I run.... My Lord?
Then a smile and eyes and a stride I know so well!
Thank you, Freyja! My Lord has gone a viking and returned, all's well.


© 1998 Miradax@wwisp.com

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