The Viking Longship
By Jenny Tobin, 5th Year
Standing tall against the bow,
Waves come crashing fast then slow.
Chieftain leading Vikings to war,
On a clinker-built vessel built by poor,
To make a ship so great and fine,
That it must be celebrated by a feast with wine.
Black base bobbing high and low,
Bringing wild fierce men to the shore.
The great big Longship parading their power,
Strong and flexible not delicate like a flower.
Men on board roar with pride,
Making all who fear them, run and hide.
When the chieftain has grown old and died,
His vessel is buried with him for his final ride,
Navigating himself one last time to the other side.