Gone, to the miles up north
and to see the fjords discussed in third grade.
Like the stories, down south
and to hear the folklores of the Moors,
The indigenous Maghrebine Berbers.
Along the snaky roads on starlit nights
or maybe at the banks of the Tagus River
and that might surely give Vänern and Vättern,
a run for their money.
But not to sound too funny,
those are the places to be.
Not far from Nordens Ark or Noah’s Ark,
you can call it whatever you like.
Whether it’s in the book of Genesis or in Åby Manor,
same psalms and a noble cause
in seemingly inhabited Bohus Fortress.
Trudged by night adventurers or modern-day thrill seekers
in Askum and in dead summer towns.
Old pens are rediscovered
while ancient passions rekindle.
© Prince Kenny JR. 2021
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