The Viking's Wife
The King had called and off he went
And on a sword our money spent
A soldier's wage to me he sent
As he marched off to war
My back unto the plow was bent
Though in my chores I made no dent
The sunset it was heaven sent
For I could work no more
And in his absence our son grew
A grown man's work was all he knew
There was what I could teach him, too
But that was not enough
He learned the bow, an axe he threw
His father's foe he yearned to hew
And I knew what he longed to do
When he grew strong and tough
To serve a King, be brave and bold
Spurred on by tales the old men told
To earn the glory, and the gold
Not for a farmer's boy
With high adventure well foretold
My plow for his sword now was sold
He left me feeling weary, old
And gone was all my joy
So now my heart within my chest
Has called me out to face the test
I arm myself to join the quest
And march myself to war
With each new kill my rage expressed
I soon begin to feel hard-pressed
With one more thrust, my final rest
And then I'll grieve no more
They're at Valhalla's door.
Copyright © Laurie Woodward | Year Posted 2018
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