pigs, sheep, and cattle
wealth that walks, wealth you can touch
what more riches to want
Urox protect us
Chaos threatens everywhere
Storm Bull, sniff it out
Fat cows, woolly sheep
Grainbins full: rye, barley, wheat
Ernalda blesses us now
Who comes to the stead?
Give the stranger a full plate
Top off the mead--mug
Destiny calls us
Honor calls us to battle
to fight well, die proud
Tread the path lightly
Toe and heel match carefully
ancestor's footsteps
In youth, we made love
Until they married us off
We honor our vows
Hot sun beads our brows
After each row, another
Thus we feed the clan
Six breasts are too much
For humans but not for trolls
Who bear them with ease
Healer take your broom
Sweep the evil spirits out
Bring health back to us
Glory and treasure
Lie beyond the next valley
Send me exploring!
Tusk-riders assault,
Tusk riders recede; Seasons
also come and go
They work us too long
for the rations they provide
a thralls life is hard
My fathers took thralls
And so shall I, by such acts
ancestors are glad
We can't know for sure
The inner life of dragons
Pray our acts are right
Every fight we lose
A few more good men and so
Hire fighters always
Trust in Ernalda
Trust to Orlanth, in all things
What else can we do
Don't ignore
Maran Gor
She'll shake your dirt
She'll make you hurt
But Honor her and she just might
Give you stuff to help you fight
Our neighbors were friends
Trickster went to visit them
Now we are fighting
Our neighbors were friends
Trickster went a-visiting
We must make amends
Ignore the trickster
Who is so often so wrong
Unless he is right
Herds, Grain, Goods, Treasures
Proud fighters, Clever Magic
What else could we need
Bad King Urgrain shows us
What to do to walk the path
of utter failure
burnt steads, stolen cows
weeping families, dead thanes
was the feud worth it?
Patrol near the stead
Patrol the tula-edges
Defend and stay strong
Battle-charge boldly
Let the swords sing, the shields clash
Grab the goods and go!
Pound our foes often
See them bring tribute to us
Our hearts swell with pride
Too few folk, we die
Too many folk, we must split
Rich clans don't last long!
Better to grow and
Split than dwindle, see our kin
go to other clans
Trader's silver tongues
Say no bad things of any man
In front of his face
I swap you ten cows
For food, cloth and red-clay pots
So we get along
Gather more treasures
Trade them not, nor spend in haste
Keep them for glory
(In case you didn't notice, almost all of these are in haiku form.)
-- David Dunham A Sharp, LLC http://a-sharp.com Efficiency is intelligent laziness. ------------------------------
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