A kennings insertion

The sun-table above us

And the swan-road all around

The boat crashes the river-bone

And we're thrown on the rebound

Yoo-hoo to my bench-fellow

Stout-hearted we all must be

The sky-candle is high yellow

And our head-forest dry free

As earth-walkers we keep moving

Still seeking for the sea-flame

Driving a boat, hiding a wind-racer

The means justify the aclaim