#1973 - steinvarða

 

1973

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steinvarða

sometimes wish there were dark and a tree

 

big sky here on Mars

it’s summer

we come by the cairnsway

 

that’s to best the mist

 

what look to be ruins are merely

like old diggings (don’t fall in)

 

pile down through time

the handmade way

our wilderness from

 

here the witch hat mountains

hope tops snow

all water falls

 

all the land’s alive

growls, roars

it’s shifting on

 

in a lava field

and an active patch

 

the old gods still blowing bubbles

letting off steam  

 

a shelter round the bale for warm

 

moss forest

stone mountain

 

a blanket of grass to graze

just a haywhiff of home

 

sometimes wish there were dark and a tree