The days at sea were long,
The wind it did not blow.
His men proved themselves strong,
Long and hard they had to row.
Then a storm blew up out of the south,
Brave men held fast as they were battered.
The waves resembled a serpent's mouth,
Their beautiful sail was torn and tattered.
The seas they calmed, the winds did die,
The men baled water out by hand.
One of them froze, something caught his eye,
With an excited shout, he cried out, "Land !"
Exhausted they rowed into the bay,
Beached their ship, sat out on the sand.
Some fell asleep there where they lay,
Glad finally to be back in their land.
A tall rider galloped up, he rode a swift horse.
He stopped and dismounted, disbelief filled his eyes.
Was this all that was left of the warriors force?
30 ships there had left, and their chieftain so wise.
The scout greeted the men, listened to their tale,
The Chieftain told of battles won, and Danegeld paid in gold.
Dejected he continued, in war we did not fail.
We were defeated not by men, but wind, and waves, and cold.
On land we fought so well, no army stood in our way,
We were destroyed by an ocean whipped into foam.
Most of my men are now gone, what more can I say,
We thank the mighty Gods, they allowed us to come home.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !