Hail all, Many know me as an Uller's Man. So, to...

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Hail all,

Many know me as an Uller's Man.

So, to fill in a glaring hole in the Blog, here is a picture of the Bow Lord. And, this is the first poem I wrote to him for use in Blót.  It was written for Fall Turning of the 1000th year of Vinland Reckoning  (The first stanza is repeated as the Burden [chorus] of the song.)


"A Visit"

Sing we proudly, the Bow Lord!
Uller guide hand and eye.
Sing we proudly, the Bow Lord!
His voice in arrow's flight.

Winter is Harsh, weeds out the weak
Lest they be part, of well knit clan
Hearth fires warm, protect them wel
Old ones and young, all of them kin

Homestead is bound, snow piled high
Hunters are home, larders are bare
Bellies are slack, some taken ill
Elders have met, Offering's made
-Burden-

Mead woven tales, deeds of the hunt
Praise for the prey, and the Old One
Words go awing, speed through the air
Fall on sharp ears, rightful plea heard

Snow Sender strides, on boneshoes wide
Hoarfrost glistens, shrouds the woodland
Branch antlered stag, puffs misty breath
Beast Slayer sends, life stealing thorn
-Burden-

Fur Wearer stands, within the garth
Calls to the folk, come take this prize
Man and woman, lad, lass and babe
Sharing the gift, of Forest God

Clan Warder speaks, Blessing to give
Tells of the shoes, deep snow to tread
To help themselves, through mortal deeds
Praises to Him, Teacher of Craft
-Burden-

Across the rime, Leather Clad Os
Strides to the trees, from sight is lost
Clan folk again, turn to the feast
Mead horns are raised once more in praise

Winter is Harsh, weeds out the weak
Lest they be part, of well knit clan
Hearth fires warm, protect them well
Old ones and young, all of them kin
-Burden-
-Burden-

Hail the Holy Ones!  Hail our Northern Folk!