Iceland Poem #2 19FEB22 (Written there)
We the Vikings! The remnants of
the former race
We carried over the tongue
of the ancients, the vocabulary
of the older, seafarers of
a thousand years since
a pure way of maintaining
thoughts and family
The people of Iceland
Grafting people in, generation
After the next
Those from Chile (2019), Venezuela (2023)
and Poles and Bulgars
Arrival on shores and into bars
Where work is solid
Society is free - the capital far north
64 degrees, further than any other
A large, wide open city
A people, comfortable in their
Culture - a land
A land for the language of Vikinga
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