Yeomen

We came, long years ago

Built homes like gnomes

Sod hills

Rustic abodes

For vessels

Sought trees for timber

Soon licked by brine

Sea caked with salt

We made no friends

With men of bronze

Watching ghost towns

Emerge

With frightened eyes

Long before

Gallic Tongues

Spoke L'Anse aux Meadows

And by our hands

Broke earth

Sowed seeds for generations

But in vain

Neither Christ nor Thor

Would give us rain

Thunderstruck

Our broken company

Fled to the whale road

Dropped scythes for oars

Swept water

Rode tides home