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Erik the Red: Anacreontic Verse
HEED, my words
for at its end
his name will be
future seafarers
guide like that
of a star
HAIL, the winds
they come from the north
and just yon, a star
that none need attend
and in its glow
a wake of vessels
single sails all
HOLD, bold cold challenge
ill tides a new land
banished from their own
a place painted green
the night's of wars
brought a new day
HOME, a settlement
lay the foundation
later to be called
history or
his story
HOPE, son well in years
will make his own mark
but for now
its father's time
Red hair, beard, temper
ERIK the Red
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Hilo Poet
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