Learn Thy Trade

From minute settlements, to towns of trade Yet without warning, a sudden raid A venture into foreign lands The walls and gates of Viking hands To labour on, as understood Homes we build, prepare thy wood Address the strength of near rooftops For there beneath lay our workshops Commence the plan, we have devised Perfect thy craft and specialize Protect the home, o’ dearest wives We venture out, to honour lives I make thy comb, you make thy shoe With silver weighed, we shall accrue Of buried towns, forgotten fence The archaeological evidence Of generations when time began Young boy o’ ten, become a man We send you on, to grasp thy trade The substance of which life is made Trade thy pot and wooden chest Wives will loom and keep the nest Our homes rest on thy trodden earth Stones surround thy warming hearth I write, I read, a leader’s state O carved letters educate We shall not settle for any less Protection called, our high goddess Written by Geraldine Taylor ©