Tryge Sommer


By Mike Strom


The days do pass along the rocky ridge

Little is the song, little is the wrong

Done in the morning light.


Then I think, yes think of the brand of man

The world has spawned in the third millennium

And we think we know we wish to show


The laughter in the hills, of warrior king

Who from the northern forest drew the dawn

With sword and shield in common my man.

Tis a world we see in the green morning light,

When smile and warm green eyes mellow the night

Can I Can I do wrong? Let us see well enough to wait.