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Deep in Vinland
Gods wake to Wit to read the runes
As we do the work of the worlds
Deep in Vinland South of Markland
A bede is reborn for the bold.
Elves leap and laugh, Dwarves sing and say,
We sing the runesong of Wodan
Deep in Vinland South of Markland
We sing the love song of Freya.
Thunor awakes as Lord Ing waxes
Earthwars of the world feel the hope
Deep in Vinland South of Markland
Groundheards of the home feel the glee
For in the worlds And in the wangs
In the forests and fields of the land
And in the lakes And in the leys
Weird ghosts dance with gods with much glee.
Reborn the troth Blessing the theods
Strong troth of the true and the tired
Deep in Vinland South of Markland
Strong troth of the true is reborn.
© 1991 Swain Wodening Canote
This poem was published in the Troth journal Idunna.