Dane’s Legacy

I saw the running boar
and walking elk,
the living trees
and mighty river swells.

Air clean with snow
and sunshine shares the sky,
with endless forests
rushing by.

Winter stones thaw
the buried Dane.
His legacy, spring flowers
not a long forgotten name.

I worshipped at the lake
and touched the glass.
Breathed in the song,
breathed in the spring
at last.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2017

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