To Garraed Galbraith upon the Occasion of his Vigil for the Order of the Laurel

Pennsic War XXXI, Aug A. S. XXXVII (Aug 2002)

A belt snaps in the air

A voice rises up in song

And I am swept away

In words that shape my spirit,

In words that shape my Kingdom.

This bard whose voice comes like rolling thunder

Who swells my heart with pride

Who sings in hall and field,

In sun and rain,

He is an inspiration to me

As a bard

(without him my pen would be silent)

And as an Ealdormerean.

Our Kingdom owes him debts unpayable

As the Wolves give voice to all his songs.

This scholar-bard,

Singer-writer, Honourable Lord,

More worthy to be Olagh than any other.

Never stop writing

Never stop singing

Long let your voice rise in the North.