15 September 2012
Waves of green in the treetop breeze Exercising these limbs and boles Building bones that can tame the seas With second life as longships' hulls.
Our rocky hills, wind driven rain, Ancestral earth have risen high And now be turned to salve our pain With hopeful sails thrust to the sky.
Shape this wood with fire and blade Into a dragon ocean bound. This terrible debt, yet unpaid, Brought by my craft will bring you down.
These oaken limbs I shave and bend And fit to form a nimble beast Shall carry warriors to rend And pierce your most redoubt retreat.
Shipwright's Labor • Opuss № I