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in the footsteps of my forefathers
by Sigurdur Haraldssona dark sunday morning
- but no darker than usual
where the sun doesn't rise
until 11 o'clock this time of the year -
with the papers and my coffee
waiting for my hiking buddy
to pick me up
so we can climb a mountain
and watch the sun come up
- just to make sure it really does -
and because the mountain is there
just the two of us alone
wading snow and frost-laden air
like our ancestors did
but so much better dressed
brings back their memories
of a time long long gone
when the vikings fought this country
and won it over from the snow and frost
and settled here turning christian
- for political purposes mostly -
not being known as diplomats, though
and now we stand on top of the world
my hiking buddy and I freezing our
viking balls off just before sunrise
waiting to see - as we all have I'm sure -
if the sun really rises today
12/02/2007 Posted on 12/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Sigurdur Haraldsson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 12/02/07 at 09:20 PM Good poem makes me think back to my ancestors. I have people ask me often what I am. I tell them I am a true American because I am a mut, a mixed breed. My ancestors are American Indian, German and Irish. I am quite sure many of them watched to sun just to make sure it did rise each day. |
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