Harald, The Story Master Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Harald, The Story Master

Harald, a teller of tales so grand,
Of wondrous things from his own hand.
He spoke of mountains, crisp and cold,
An autumn hunt, a story told.

Grouse were there, in numbers vast,
But that's not where his fancy cast.
A thermos, good, with special gleam,
He'd left it there, a waking dream.

Then winter came, with snow and white,
He stayed away, from morning light.
Till spring returned, with sun so warm,
He climbed again, through winter's storm.

And what he found, he told to me,
'My thermos sat beneath a tree!
And though the snow had long since flown,
The coffee inside was
still hot, you know! "