A Winter Dream. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Sun hangs low, sky stays bright,
Summer night, northern light.
Fifteen-foot boat, a quiet glide,
Fjord so still, on every side.

Line goes down, a little tug,
Dinner pulled right from the hug
Of ocean deep, so fresh and clean,
Best fish ever to be seen.

Fire's crackling, warm and low,
Butter melts, ready to go.
Pan awaits, a sizzle sweet,
A summer feast, can't be beat.

Midnight sun, a golden ray,
Birds are singing, end of day.
Peaceful calm, a happy sigh,
Life is good beneath this sky.

T.M.Solvang