The Black Sea. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Dark waves, a challenge to the sail,
Not black by color, but by gale.
The winter storms, a mighty hand,
And foggy veils across the land.

The Turks, they saw the trouble deep,
And 'Karadeniz, ' they would keep.
A name for waters wild and rough,
When sailing there was quite enough.

But Greeks before, with hopeful plea,
Called it 'Hospitable Sea.'
A wish for calm, a prayer to send,
To make the fearsome journey end.