Iceland

A poem about Iceland

Iceland

 

Snowy thrills, Green rolling hills

Black sand beaches, Aurora Borealis

An arctic wind that sometimes chills

Viking hands hold the challis

 

Land of fire and land of ice

Crystal waters cascade down

The golden road travels nice

All of nature is abound

 

Heal me, oh blue lagoon

Keep me from my sick

And let me spend the afternoon

Laughing in Reykjavik