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With the study of the middle ages one becomes aware of many diverse  types of cultural phenomenon such as poetry, prose and music which makes the era come alive. In response to this study there is a long tradition of recreating such forms or performing such works. Our shire is no exception and on occasion new creations of those forms occur for our amusement and shared joy.

Battle Hymn
by: -Lord Piotr Zavilov

1. We, great Oakford,
battle joining,
ans'ring Dragon's
awesome summons,
to the field bringing:
glory, honor, might
with shield, spear, and sword
for our Oakford.

2. Forest oaken
rivers flowing,
northern waters,
fields growing
our land pleasant dwelling.
We valiantly defend river,
forest, lake, our Oakford.

3. For the Dragon
of the Midrealm
go we gladly
in to battle
under banner flying,
foe before us fleeing.
Shield, spear and sword
for the Midrealm.

4. We, great Oakford,
serving kingdom,
seek we vict'ry,
reap we vict'ry,
our doom our fate finding
foes before us fleeing,
shield, spear, and sword
for great Oakford.

Marching Song
By: Robert J. Koepke

Our shire has the great fortune of having a noted bard within our  midst. The following lyrics were crafted by Hesir Torvaldr Torgarson.

 The dragon summons us to war
mace and spear and ax and sword
to guard the realm forever more
the Army of Oakford.

 We'll meet our foe and bring them death
as fire from the dragon's breath
in victory we'll raise our horns
the Army of Oakford

 And to the man we'll live or die
to keep the Dragon Banner high
our duty done in peace and war
the Army of Oakford!

By: Hersir Torvaldr Torgarson
Robert J. Koepke II

Skaldic verse an eight line form of poetry that originated in old Norse  during the Viking era is one of Torvald's passions. Here are two  contrasting poems.

 Woe the bitter winter
winds batter sail steeds, that
race the raging waves, and
raise and toss the weary.
Hope will light the harries
hearts that dare the whales way,
lifting them with laughter
lasting to the harbour.


 Sorrow sweeps my heart
songs die before birthing.
Words now falter wilting
wasted dropping lifeless.
Joy no longer lasting
leaps to mind unbidden.
Sadness is the sleepless
shape of all tomorrows.

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