David Harris - The Norse Gods

Beyond the snow tipped mountains, <br />where the Norse Gods never speak. <br />The guardians of winter lay fast asleep. <br />The endless night has fallen, <br />upon each sleepy head. <br />The virgin wilderness lay silent, <br />without a whisper said. <br />A sky of many colours, <br />stretches on forever. <br />Across this mystic land, <br />with its silent splendour. <br />Never touched by human hand. <br /> <br />A writer and a painter, <br />recluse of I know not where. <br />Find solace in the conclusion, <br />that no one will intrude there. <br />Mind open to the wonder, <br />that nature has performed. <br />Imagination has no motive <br />and the wonder is not deformed. <br />Grinning like gargoyles <br />perched on some high crest. <br />The Nose Gods look down forever. <br />For them there is no rest.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-norse-gods/