The Seed was planted by golden haired Sif
Conceived in the womb of Jord
Protected by the Mighty Thor
Nourished by the rains of Freyr
Raised to maturity by bountiful Freyja.
Farmers cut and bind the stalks
Thresh out the wonderful kernels
Maidens throw you to the wind
Seperated, the Chaff blows away.
Fenja and Menja work the grindstones
They sing their familiar mill song
Flour turns to dough
The dough baked to bread.
The elder women offer to the village priest
The first baked bread this season
In the harvested wheat fields a ritual
An offering to the mighty Gods.
The Gods They are well pleased
Their blessings rain down on the fields
The yearly cycle is now complete
The early wheat harvest a success.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright July 28th, 2011.