A Wanderer's Whisper. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Wind whispers tales of Odin old,
Wednesday's god, a story told.
From Roman words, a shadowed name,
A flick'ring light, a burning flame.

Across the lands, his presence felt,
A leader's hand, a warrior's belt.
Though mysteries cling, like winter's frost,
A powerful king, a spirit crossed.

In Norseman's hearts, he stood so high,
Beneath the stars, a watchful eye.
Odin's echo, in the northern breeze,
Rustling through ancient trees.

Scandinavian men knew, with sea and snow,
Odin's power, starting to grow.
The chief of gods, in lands so wide,
Where legends sleep, and memories hide.

T.M.Solvang