The Norse Gods

Beyond the snow tipped mountains,
where the Norse Gods never speak.
The guardians of winter lay fast asleep.
The endless night has fallen,
upon each sleepy head.
The virgin wilderness lay silent,
without a whisper said.
A sky of many colours,
stretches on forever.
Across this mystic land,
with its silent splendour.
Never touched by human hand.

A writer and a painter,
recluse of I know not where.
Find solace in the conclusion,
that no one will intrude there.
Mind open to the wonder,
that nature has performed.
Imagination has no motive
and the wonder is not deformed.
Grinning like gargoyles
perched on some high crest.
The Nose Gods look down forever.
For them there is no rest.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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