Norse Land Spirit Poem

In windswept lands where mountains rise,

And roaring rivers heed no cries,

We gather ‘neath the ancient skies,

To offer praise, to spirits wise.

Oh land spirits, hear our call,

As shadows dance upon the hall,

With gifts of mead and bread so tall,

We honor thee, both great and small.

In forests deep and fields so wide,

Where mighty oaks and wheat reside,

We offer thanks for each day’s ride,

And seek thy blessings far and wide.

Beneath the stars, by fire’s light,

We raise our voices in the night,

To thee, who guide our steps aright,

In darkness and in morning’s light.

Oh land spirits, ancient and true,

We give these gifts, our hearts renew,

With love and reverence, we pursue,

A bond with thee, forever true.

So hear our words, oh spirits grand,

As we tread upon thy sacred land,

With offerings made by heart and hand,

We honor thee, with every strand.