icelandic breeze

icelandic breeze
the horse and the waving trees
the skies seem to freeze
as we stand with weak knees
stand before the massive peak
worm dangling from a birds beak
fish swim swift but cannot speak
foul smelling fumes of rotten eggs reek
the waves crash upon the beach
rocky faces out of reach
icelandic in schools they make sure to teach
no fossil fuels for them to leech
the geothermal power fuels the city
the island is small perhaps itty bitty
the mountains tall black and steely
best grass in the world yes really
road signs in another language written
a mind at rest completely smitten
in the store sheep wool mitten
out in the cold skin softly cold bitten
horses with eyes that tell a story
the viking statue tells a tale of glory
whale meat stake is kindof gory
youll never be tired its never boring
the wind will howl
much like a ghoul
and never a hooting owl
or the bird calling fowl
boats were used
vikings sea-bruised
they weren't confused
nor were they amused
the sea was a mistress they needed to cross
they tried to show her who was the boss
wooden carvings with runic embellishments
and coastal towns and inland settlements
horses roam and grass is long
fences narrow and bjork sings song
always right and never wrong
homogenous people probably without ping pong
white and racist happy and cheerful
its strange the dichomony of these iceland people
and in the town rises a stone church steeple
mild winter wind causes grass growing soft and feeble