Village boy Impressions

1.  All is still and soundless As the mighty calm after a storm  The land is at rest Tired and worn out from the trampling  And stomping these last many days   From homes, to the pa lace, the market  And back to homes again with drums  Humming and buzzing all day nonstop  Horns and whistles calling from rooftops  Singing the praise of ancient warriors  Men’s blood boiling in response  And hearts throbbing with the drums  All is now spent and silent.       2.         The patter of the feet of excited children  The dainty steps of maidens  The eager stride of energetic youths  The heavy drag of grey-bearded men  The resounding trod of war dancers  And sweaty women chasing them  Round and round the marketplace  That made the land throb and tremble  All that is now still and resting.  All are wearied with aching joints  And sprained muscles sore  None is stirring.       3.         The air is thick and still Clad in  a heavy cloak of dust  Looming ov

I woke up late today,  And saw a ray of light peeking  under my curtain.  But I am slow to respond to it.  I lay yawning and stretching forever.  When at last I dragged myself to the window,  The sun is frowning!  Ugly sulking clouds loom all around.  I am still hopeful of seeing his beautiful smile. At last he does not disappoint!  All the brooding clouds are driven away,  And the sun is shining happily again. “Quick! Get out before he goes into hiding” So saying I emerge for to stroll. But the air is still cold (by my reckoning). I walk with my hands in my pocket, Heading straight ahead for the park yonder. Read:  Village Boy Impressions - When the Sun Shines in Bergen The park is bare and brown. And the trees are leafless like dead wood. Ulriken and Løvstakken lie like sleeping giants, Facing each other in eternal silence. I take the path cutting through the park. An old man is coming down from the other end with his dog At the intersection