Short Scandinavia Poems
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Reaching back, way, way back
To where I originally came.
I find myself in Scandinavia
Land where the Vikings roam.
I notice the red hair and all the pale skin
And understand this was my ancestors' home.
Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet
There are many fjords where the Viking ships came forth.
Those mighty warriors dominated the lands up north.
The fallen in battle would go to meet Odin in Valhalla.
For quite a long time, the Vikings ruled Scandinavia.
Four centuries before Columbus, they arrived in America.
There is a descendent from the Vikings named Harald today.
The great land he rules is known as Norway.
I'm thinking there's many
a drinking toast
'Cheers!' 'Cin cin!' '¡Salud!'
'Sláinte!' 'Prost!'
'Here's looking at you!'
or 'Mud in your eye!'
'To health wealth and happiness!'
in Japan it's 'Kanpai'
Hebrew 'L'chaim!' Chinese 'Ganbei!'
Russia 'Na Zdorovie!' Scandinavia 'Skål!'
and 'E ola!' in Hawaii
but was it a member
of the gay persuasion
who first let slip
before a sip slurp or sup
twixt cup and lip
the suggestion 'Bottoms up!'
Winter has returned
snow is on it’s way
everyone concerned
ready for crippling delay,
trains delayed some can’t run
planes are grounded
schools close, kids have fun
Other countries are dumbfounded
our islands not alike the rest
any inclement weather it will close
it’s called beast from the west
just because cold wind blows,
Scandinavia we need answers
how can Britain carry on going
to acquire your country’s standards
until this chilly wind stops blowing.
In a fluffy blue sky, clouds of Europe revealed
The continent forms, so ghostly surreal
With a boot for Italy, three-fingered Scandinavia
Off the coast lies England, royal isle like Batavia
As the puffy land mass drifts over my head
There Iceland and Greenland, sans glaciers, spread
Out wide to the North -- when startled my heart!
Atlantis appears, right in the sea's part
cartographers ancient told us she lay
~ Then soft floats away, illusion at play...