Oft times I dwell on Denmark, Lilacs,Roses wild, long stretch golden beaches Sea for miles and miles.
Pure in fading sunlight Rainbows laying down colors everywhere. Paint peel upturned rowboat, dried out by the sun, sits tight it's place upon the sand, Someone left it there.
Shafts of Gold and Orange, glorious in their cast alight the magical fir trees, sturdy,built to last, to stand against the winds that often prowl the sand, echoing the Viking Gods whispering through the land.
They tell of ancient stories their legends and the Sea, sometimes, I hear them calling, calling out to me.