~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Father Thor
In the distance I see lightning bolts striking the earth,
Soon I hear the wheels of Father Thor's mighty wagon
Echoing within the thunder.
I raise my drinking horn filled with ale and say,
Red Bearded protector of the Gods, I offer this ale in thanks to
A God so beloved by many a heathen heart.
My horn now at my lips,
I drink deeply, and the rest I pour upon the earth.
Now it is done, a gift for a gift!
© 2005 Robert Etter