Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Very Special Mother's Day Post

Glain fell his catch
A great hero.
Songs were sung then,
Boasting his strength.

Lo, He sent off
His precious prize,
"A gift upon,
My kindly Sire,
Strong in her hips
Bearer of kings."

"No mead wench is she.
Her men fall down
Grovel and 'spair.
None can boast this."

"Gift of the ancients
Older than stone,
I sing her songs, 
Glad in tidings,
Of Victory."

This stag belong
To none but her,
Glain's Beginner.
Happy Mothers Day.

Love Stuart

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