ᛏᛟᚱ ᛘᚨᚠᚾᛟᚱ ᛋᛟᛚᚠᚨᚾᚠ Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A thousand years flew by,
Since ships with dragon heads sailed high.
They carved their tales in stony might,
With runes of shadow and of light.

But time, a river, flows so deep,
And secrets that the old ones keep,
Are whispered now in letters new,
A different tongue, for me and you.

If I were born in days of old,
My name a story to be told,
In ancient marks, a magic art,
Etched deep within my Viking heart.

ᛏᛟᚱ ᛘᚨᚠᚾᛟᚱ ᛋᛟᛚᚠᚨᚾᚠ it would appear,
A language from a distant year.
But modern ink upon this page,
Reflects the passage of this age.

T.M.Solvang