Winter Poem

Winter-poem On the way home I had bought winter-wood, only buy a little at a time this because I’m so bloody old and can`t carry much. The supermarket was nearly empty I liked that people make me nervous and grumpy. I bought a bottle of wine with golden horse; the wine is from Alentejo We all have a penchant for lions; Norway is full of stone lions some of them look scary and much bigger than the real ones. It was then I remembered the poem, I think it is of the intellectual sort, deep ploughing and full of dictionary words. Alas, after unloading the wood I had forgotten it, but I will remember when I get the first line right.