I am a bard, I am of Danish stock
I was born upon this rugged rock
Fair Denmark, flushed by sea and salt
Home of flat field and hilly holt
Neither got mighty mount nor river running
But a manmade hillock with a name most stunning
"Lo, see ye realms the Sky Mountain, and despair,
It reacheth barely, but surely, into the air!"
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
