Hopperstad Stave Church norway Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

In Vik by Sognefjord so blue,
A wooden church, strong and true.
Nine hundred years it's stood so tall,
Since long ago, before the fall
Of Viking ways, when faith took hold,
A story in the wood unfolds.

Staves it has, that hold it tight,
Against the darkness and the light.
Roofs tiered high, a wondrous sight,
With dragon heads to ward off fright.
From Norse beliefs, a touch remains,
As Christian peace, the wood sustains.

Blix came by, in later years,
And saved the church from crumbling tears.
He rebuilt it, piece by piece,
So history's song would never cease.

Dark inside, a sacred space,
With carvings old, and ancient grace.
A blend of worlds, both new and old,
A Viking tale, in wood unfolds.

A beauty rare, a sight to see,
Hopperstad Church, for you and me.