How well we remember Tarjei and Pal

TWO VIKING MEN

With outstretched hands they entered in,
Two tall, straight bodies lean, so trim.
Ivory smiles, sunburned faces,
They grip my hand, give warm embraces.

They are my kin of years far by,
Whose blood does flow as mine, but why?
My Mother’s grace, poise and flare,
Show through each man, I only stare.

These men have come from Norway’s shore,
Gifted men, lettered men, yet more,
They speak of Kings, my heritage,
My name, they say is on their page.

Far back in time, yet still it stands
As though written, by present hands,
A true Son of Norway, blessed be,
“Stand with us, for we are now, three”.

June 27 2007