Happy Holidays to all Vikings. Since i believe everybody had a bundle of wishes received during these past couple days, i will save you the trouble of reading the same old same old and give you all something a wee bit different. A Viking poem by sir Henry Newbolt:
" When I thy lover first
Shook out my canvas free
And like a pirate burst
Into that dreaming sea,
The land knew no such thirst
As then tormented me.
Now when at eve returned
I near that shore divine,
Where once but watch-fires burned
I see thy beacon shine,
And know the land hath learned
Desire that welcomes mine."
Its a pretty one, hope you all enjoyed it as much as i did :)