Southlands Poem by Jonas Hallgrimsson

Southlands



Southlands is so much nicer
than Seltjörn or Reykjavík.
The moon is much the same here,
and man! our hay's unique.

The heat? It lacks all limit
but I love it anyway,
though the kids sure pant like puppies
and play in the shade all day.

Sheep? We got so many sheep here,
sheepbones are our décor:
Sigfús has seven thousand
sitting round his front door.

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