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What I felt and saw in my mind's eye when I sailed towards the city of Oslo.

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Much to the amusement of some of my fellow passengers I leaned against the harbour wall and jotted down notes which later became this poem. 

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Beverley

V1SIONS OF NORWAY

 

 

Did my ancestors live in this land for I feel it's mysteries

The secrets that lay hidden beneath it's deep cold seas

Memories from the past call out loud and clear to me

They come from the darker side of it's history

 

My minds eye sees the long ships sunk beneath the waters deep

Bones of men who fought with valour who now in watery graves sleep

With their only disturbance for a thousand years or more

Have been the mouths of hungry fishes seeking food to nibble and gnaw

 

And only when their skeletons lay completely stripped and bare

Did the fish and sea creatures leave them in peace down there

Do you think perhaps the ghosts of those fierce fighting men 
Hold gatherings to relive those times from long ago, when

 

They ruled the waves striking fear into the hearts of foes

Well if the history books are right that's how the story goes

They created havoc fear and mayhem everywhere they went

Mixing their fierce and fighting blood where 'ere their lusts were spent


I feel all these things within me sailing over these waters cold and deep

Or when I stand by harbour walls where once widows and children weeped 
I can in truth not tell you what draws me to this beautiful land 
I only know I must return here as often as I can.

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