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Many Kinlores - One Heart

By: Piparskeggr

Health and Luck All,

An older poem of mine in response to one of the innumerable discussions about : "Who are WE?"

Many Kinlores - One Heart
Aug 18, 2001

In many clans, and many lands
My forebears walked, and lived right well
Called Holy Ones, by Many Names
Spoke many tongues, and sang their songs

On mountain high, and river swift
On tree girt hill, and grassy lea
On frothy deep, and arid steppe
They made their lives, and built their homes

They left no writ, or left a bit
Some lore is gone, and other bent
A poem here, a carving there
Honored gravesites, and customs old

And craftsmen too, did leave their lot
In buckle gold, in ashen harp
In woolen cloak, with copper clasp
In all the things, of Home and Hof

The many tribes, of elder kin
Their paths would cross, sometimes in war
Clash and bluster, blood and fire
And new lords sat, on lands new-named

But oftimes would, a new line start
When Man and Wife, would join in Bond
From strife or trade, would come this pair
And families, would grow and build

Upon this earth, I walk their road
Tis broad and long, tis short and sharp
My forebears old, and still alive
Do live in me, and I in them

Which Holy Ones, do hold me close
Is art of mind, and heart and soul
Always the North, beckons as Home
In chill and wind, in rock and stream

Though North is Home, still walk I do
To seek in full, my Kinlore broad
In depth of Well, and Kinnish Wyrd
No man can say, the right for me

In many clans, and many lands
My forebears walked, and lived right well
Called Holy Ones, by Many Names
Spoke many tongues, and sang their songs

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In Frith under Troth, may the Gods see you!

- Piparskeggr skjaldberi Ullar