Cycling from the North
All the way to the South Here is the tale Of the Arctic Vagabond Beware weary traveller Fool enough to venture Over passes, plains and plateaus Tundras, forests and meadows The land of the North is hostile It isn't for the fainthearted Only few here can survive The wildest of the wild The roaming animals, the stark land All Natural Forces Here are unleashed Embracing their supreme rage Many try to scare me What about the wolf, the grizzly The Northern weather, the elements You'll have to fight for your life I gaze out at the scenery And can only see beauty Where others see opponents I find reinforcements The Wind? A friend hugging me The Rain? Water to be drunk The Snow? Sprinkling the horizon with fairy poetry The Cold? An invitation to dream by the fire The Thunderstorm? The most dramatic show Weather isn't enemy or nemesis It's the director, the artist Who sings and dances with the Earth In an enchanted symbiosis This is the land Of the unleashed Forces of Nature Embracing their supreme liberty Why do we forget so quickly That we are part of it? Who's fool enough To fight against his home? La section commentaire est fermée.
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![]() Tramping, cycling, running, skiing, travelling, I keep exploring this amazing planet we live on. The following texts give an insight of my various wanderings. From poetry to trip reports or thoughts on particular subjects, this pages try to reflect how I travel through this modern world.
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