The Land Of Folklore (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Land Of Folklore (From, Rock Star)



Bring them home,
From over the sea;
To the high dome,
Build for the free.
Much love to give,
From land of folklore;
Coming to live,
Just like before.

Days with much light,
In the land of the ice;
Justice and right,
In Thor's own paradise.
The tides of dreams,
Are flowing there still;
With mystical streams,
That futures fulfil.

The land of the snow,
And wilderness ways;
The icy cold glow,
Of northern light days.
True summertime brights,
Peace from world's wars;
Wishing starry nights,
Black sand beaches shores.

Bring them all home,
From over the sea;
To the high dome,
Build for the free.
Know the wild flowers,
Of quiescent hills;
Pellucid falling powers,
From waterfalls thrills.

Days with much light,
In the land of the ice;
Justice and right,
In Thor's own paradise.
Bring them all home,
From over the sea;
Thoughts away roam,
And our futures will carry.

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