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Vinland and Being Vinnish

By: Piparskeggr

 

Health and Luck All,

I wrote this while trying to explain the feelings I have for this land upon which my forebears first set foot long, long ago.



To Vinland - 10 Lenting 2251 RE

Foamy necked waves break oer the shoal
Racing to wash, granite toothed beach
Greenish sea moss, garlands the rocks
Dark, wet and grey, set in the sand

The land ever waits, patient and hard
Always unchanged, uncaring, still
Beckoning those, who hear the call
Find me, find me, I lie in wait

Oaken sea steed, dances in mist
Crossing whale way, gull road taken
Into sunset, onward to West
Driven to prove, tales of new land

Ship's crew sings out, words to the sky
Odin, Ăgir, Thor speed our way
Trust in the Gods, and strength of back
Steersman holds board, sets a true course

Long are the nights, longer the days
Grey backed swells, endlessly same
Evening stars bright, lead ever on
Darkened sky sheep, cloud gift fills kegs

Noise comes to ear, watcher hears roar
Breakers tumbling, whispering birds
Fading mist lifts, sight to behold
Lowslung land dark, oertopped with green

Beyond the beach, river's mouth gapes
Calling the crew, travel this way
Longship slips in, trout home to wend
Pull to the bank, landsmen again

Uneasy heads, fitfully rest
Dreaming a dream, unproven land
Unproven folk, unproven wealth
Unproven Gods, unproven Fate

Wake to the dawn, Sun smiling warm
Heavy branched trees, round fragrant lea
Firs like at home, and grasses too
Eagle's shrill cry, splits morning calm

Sights to behold, richness of beasts
Branch antlered stag, bushy tailed squirrel
Trees of strange hue, flowers not known
Wild grapes found, Vinland is named

Old crewman dies, tree falls awry
Grave hole is dug, then mound is raised
Kin bones in earth, strange place no more
Witnessed by death, Land Bond is made

Timber and fur, fruit, fish, and drink
Ship is laden, cargo for home
East points the prow, foam trail behind
Trackless travel, wooden hull glides

Tales of new land, rumor no more
Place now to go, homesteads to build
Wealth to be had, cargoes to gain
Hofs to hallow, children to bear

Long the years pass, many ships sail
From many lands, head to the West
Making a Home for Kin and Kith
Seeking ever frontiers to tread

Foamy necked waves break oer the shoal
Racing to wash, granite toothed beach
Greenish sea moss, garlands the rocks
Dark, wet and grey, set in the sand

The land ever waits, patient and hard
Always unchanged, uncaring, still
Beckoning those, who hear the call
Find me, find me, I lie in wait




Vinland Folkway - 3 Merrymoon 2252 RE

Westering trek, of many Tribes
O'er the whaleways, following tales
Seeking for Land, seeking new lives
Settling Vinland, becoming Hers

Many the Ways, traveled with Folk
Brought to the shores, of this new Land
Found that some Folk were living here
Their ways, too, part of the whole

Ships landed at, shore havens fine
Many garths rose, and Hofs were blessed
Graves were filled by, old bones and young
Folk took the Land, Land took the Folk

Forest and field, river and sea
To strong of hand, yielded up food
Mountain and plain, desert and bog
All gave their own, Wealth of the Land

Over the years, many Folks sail
And come to be, Vinlanders, too
Learning the Tongue, learning the Ways
How do we know? What do we see?

Muddled sometimes, our view of things
Of what we are, as Vinnish Folk
Proud of the Tribes of the Old Lands
Unsure, perhaps, if New Tribes ARE

All around us, Folkway IS there
Not just in Tongue, not just in Lore
Not just in Face, not just in Heart
All of it makes, us as a Folk

Look to the Tongue, old words and young
Key to our minds, spreading our thoughts
Telling our Tales, Legends and Truths
Keeping alive, Custom and Thew

Look to the Lore, of Folk and Faith
History, Myth, of Gods and Man
Battle and Birth, Crafting and Art
Love's light shining, dark of the grave

Look to the Face, of Vinnish Folk
Blond hair and brown, dark eye and bright
Light skin and tan, long leg and short
All of them have, Elder Folk's shape

Look to the Heart, Powering Soul
Honor and pride, Strength of Good Will
Duty and Right, Kinship's Bright Bond
And caring for, Children of Folk

All of these make, Us as a Folk
So does the Dirt, of Birthing Place
Vinnish we are, new roots and old
Elder Folk came, We have Become

Deeply are we, in this new Land
Kinbones in Earth, Mound Bond we have
Death can take one, but Birth gives more
Nothing can break, Hold That Is Real

Westering trek of many Tribes
O'er the whaleways, following tales
Seeking for Land, seeking new lives
Settling Vinland, becoming Hers



This is the 3rd of what has become a series of poems on the topic of
Vinland and being Vinnish.


Where Is Vinland? - 5 New Year 2253 RE

Vinland is found, deep in our hearts
In Tr˙ Spirit, of Faring Folk
Who wended o'er, whaleways of old
Finding new Lands, forging new Tribes

Oak boned seasteeds, dance o'er the foam
Westward across, grey, gull home deep
Frosty topped waves roll restlessly
Onward, onward, unto new homes
- Burden -

Folk sprang to life, in Odal Lands
From Elder Kin, they learnt and grew
Built up their Hearths, built up their Hofs
Built up the Tribes, increased the Folk
- Burden -

Homelands of birth, had grown too small
World's End did call, Seek a New Land!
Njor­ sent us, strong, steady winds
Pushed our ships out, from cradle's hearth
- Burden -

Ships westering, oer briny deep
Carrying hope, of Folk's future
Driven, driven, by Wanderneed
Striving to prove, new Odal Lands
- Burden -

Vinland, Markland, America
Whatever name, you call these lands
Your forebears came, most of free will
Ever seeking, ever building
- Burden -
 
Look to the Past, for Word and Deed
Of those who came, They who are We
Awake, Asleep, to the Old Ones
All of them built, Orlay in Well
- Burden -

Wanderneed old, lives in our souls
From Elder Times, unto this day
We now look to, endless frontiers
Flame borne skyships, gaining Starheim
- Burden -

Oak boned seasteeds, dance o'er the foam
Westward across, grey, gull home deep
Frosty topped waves roll restlessly
Carry us on, to our new homes
- Burden -
- Burden -



Be well - Pip