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Monday, 1 October 2012

Here be Tiw


Here be Tiw

Introduction to 'Here be Tiw’  - god of war


Tuesley Surrey Virgins refers to the convent that now resides on the old sacred site and look after a rock garden with a statue of Mary where the temple to Tiw once stood, not far from a sacred spring.
Tysoe Warwickshire had at lease five horses cut into the land – one over the over, recorded as early as 1607. The last of these was covered over about 1910/14 and planted with trees. The manors were held by the Knights Templars and later by the Knights Hospitallers.
Tewin Hertfordshire, Lady Grimston, (Grim often means ghost in old English) had unconventional religious views and on her death bed said that when seven trees grew on her tomb she would return. A single tree grows on her tomb but has seven trunks, her ghost is often seen in the church yard.

Here be Tiw

Send us success! Help my sword cut true,
See spear stays sharp! Help us to push through.
Thee we invoke, with us in shield wall,
Brave Saxon god, cause our foes to fall.

Tuesley Surrey, Domesday Tiwesle,
Hamlet of Tiw, Old English Tīwes lēah.
Marys church where, thine temple once stood,
Virgins guard statue, rock garden wood.

Triple village, Tysoe Warwickshire,
Tíw's spur of land? Church of thousand year.
Horse Tui, war Tiw, what was Tysoes source?
Knights Templars gone, tall trees cover horse.

Tiws enclosure, Tewin Hertfordshire,
Seventh century church, Tiw's temple to clear.
Lady Grimston, had a ghostly name,
Tomb Tree of seven, shining spectre became.

Stand fast shield wall! Power to spear blade,
Bold daring brave! we are not afraid.
Help sword to slice! rend their blades untrue,
Send us success! to us we brave few.

Copyright Andrew Rea September 2012

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