The Seeker.

[Frank The Plumber]

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[shatanka]

wow Frank, that is so beautiful! i will always look at hawks with this poem's thoughts in mind now. thank you for posting this! sending it on to my daughter who is studying to be a wildlife conservationist/ecologist. she will really appreciate this too.
i tried to look up U'Naille- came up with ancient king of Ireland. can't find much more though. can you elaborate? thanks so much.

[Frank The Plumber]

U'Naille is the unifying King of the ancient Celts. The crest of U'Naille is a hand and the sea with a fish which represents his story. He was a young warrior whom served a King of Norse decent. From the war boats The King declared that He whom touched the shore first would have the hand of his beautiful daughter and be King of the new lands they were about to conquest. U'Naille severed his hand and tossed it upon the shore and went into battle  leading his warriors.  He went on to become a powerful unifier of the Celts. The first recognized King of Ireland.

[Mugwump]

Before a great plunder upon a village the King U'Naille would amass his Huscarls and Johms Vikings. The King would mix a batch of war woad from the bark of the war tree and paint his mens faces in the bright blue woad war colors. All of the Kelts and Kerns would amass and join in the ramp up in vigor towards the coming battle. A great frenzy was achieved and the warriors drank their fill of hot beers ales and whiskey so that when struck a dire blow all pain would be absent.

The mixture of the great war chief was in modern days closest to Harp, Guiness and a floater of hot Jameson's with a hot hen's egg floated on the foam.

Given enough of this mixture the warriors would work themselves into a freny reffered to as a Berserk State of Mind.

One Berserker of U'Naille's Clan held a bridge head for 2 hours against a charge of infantry and archers in the hundreds. His weapons consisted of a landzaxe and a pole axe. After an hour and a half a fancy struck a lucky swing and severed his head from his naked body covered in blue woad war paint. The head fall to the ground spitting and cursing it's fate and the body fought on for another 30 minutes killing another 100 or so fancy's much to the delight of the head. The head screamed " If I hads hands on me tongue I shall help ye my brother, yet mine ears they can not hold the axe level!!!!" "Fight on I shall join ye in Val Halla!!!"

[Frank The Plumber]

Yup. They were humble fish keepers.