(Fwd) One for the books
Larkin O'Kane
larkin at apache.webstar.net
Sat Aug 10 14:22:35 PDT 1996
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Date: Sat, 10 Aug 1996 13:15:26 -0600
To: larkin at webstar.net
From: erilarlo at win.bright.net (MaryLO)
Subject: One for the books
>Subject: Re: Anglo-Saxon 'Song'
>
>
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> Anglo-Saxon Verse
>
>Take a rest, I spin a yarn of
>Courageous company cursed to comedies of
>Errors ever matching their metal.
>Surer sire ne'er sailed as skipper.
>Mate a mighty man of puffin-pond.
>Five ill fated fares found, they
>Set the sails of smallish sea-steed
>Wandered wide the wild whale's-way
>Whiling away a wistful morning.
>
>Wond'rous wild weather then wound
>Thundering thrones threw their thrusting
>Spears of light. Shouting and laughing,
>Murderous tempest tossed the tiny
>ship and swept on shore on some
>unknown island, alone, unsheltered.
>
>Fate is a fixed thing -- thoughts of
>Avoidance turn no relentless tide.
>Better to bravely face your fortune.
>Victory is valueless, void for the shrinking
>Coward too craven to benefit from bounty.
>He who hopes himself to harbor
>Shall but surely doom himself.
>Conversely, for courageous carls of character,
>Their efforts are everlasting even in excesive loss.
>Gaining much glory from strength of heart, their
>Stories are sung in meadhalls forever.
>Ever ought the eager youth
>Seek the strengths of courage and character.
>
>Tempest tossed travelers of the Minnow
>May never make their way home. Yet
>All the effort of scant survival
>Shall not break their boldness of spirit.
>Skipper and sailor save not themselves.
>Comfort of their charges, the crew's sworn duty.
>
>No horse sleighs, no high seat,
>No heirloom swords, all luxuries lost.
>Stark their survival in priest-like poverty
>Master, and mate, and learned priest,
>Gold wielder, his gracious wife,
>Buxom bard, and pastoral maiden,
>Seven survivors cast away, stranded,
>Gathered by fate on Gilligan's Island.
If you have a friend you trust well, | Lord Larkin O'Kane
go often to see him; | Trelac, Ansteorra
for brush and high grass will overgrow | Charlie Cain
the road on which no one walks | San Angelo, Texas, USA
-- Havamal | larkin at webstar.net
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