I wrote most of this poem several years ago while I was working at Ness Lake Bible Camp. It’s about a friend of mine. I used to love teasing him about being a viking because he was a quarter Icelandic, or something. This nonsense started popping into my head one day and I wrote it down. It was actually performed as a musical skit for talent night once. I think I laughed so hard I cried :) Anyway, I was looking at it tonight and it still didn’t feel properly finished, so I managed to write another verse…
Paul Davenport was a Viking King and he sailed the seven seas.
He’d stop for tea and crumpets, in the calm of a gentle breeze.
His arm was strong, his face was fierce, his foes would flee away.
His ships were ever in good repair and his ropes would never fray!
Davenport never sailed alone, no he’d never test his fate.
He’d never leave a friendly port without Rodney his first mate!
Now when land was scarce and wasn’t found as far as eye could see,
Rod would stand and give a song, for a yodeler was he!
Paul Davenport was a Viking King and the tales that could be told,
of his many ventures on the stormy seas in the Viking lore of old…
He could fall a tree with his bare hands and bite through solid steel,
His virtue, strength, and gallantry, nothing could conceal!
Long ago he sailed his ship across the ocean wide,
And into legend sailed he, never returning with the tide.
Paul Davenport was a Viking King, so the stories say,
In an old world, in an old song, in a long gone day.
It doesn’t seem perfect yet, but at least it feels complete. I thought I should at least write it down somewhere it won’t get lost.