Down to the frozen water
A crystal afternoon
I wear my acorn hat
I sit atop a boulder
I listen to the lake
She says, ³Follow the rotted road,
Halfway up the hill.²
You will find the Viking tree
Sheltering the bones
There is a home
I hold my walking stick
So gnarled in strength and beauty
The winds are singing low
To rowboats sound asleep
I breathe in evergreen
I listen to the lake
She says, ³Nothing is as it seems,
Head back halfway up the hill.²
You will find the Viking tree
Sheltering the bones
There is a home