A poem about... well more of a vivid description. All reviews very much appreciated!
To catch a glimpse of foreign lands
Their hair even brighter than the coast,
Their eyes blue, ages, five at most,
Their white white toes, wave-soaked,
And stomachs full of Sunday roast
They could never belong to the Nordic shores,
The cold, ice and grey outdoors
No news about ongoing wars,
In a country everyone ignores.
Running near blue green fjords,
Unfinished games of hide and seek,
Below snowy mountain peaks.
Giggles with braids, "soldier" lads
Who wait for the return of their moms and dads,
They will grow up to be cold like winter
Ironically like the weather,
Yes those girls who pick up heather,
The only signs of one-week summer.
Those summers, way too short,
Taught us that nothing can stay gold.