Stien

Forgotten times on Jotuns path
There over high cliffs and mountains
Has marked it with dust and ashes
From when Alders' herds wandered these grounds.
Here Gandviks Cave trolls stamped forth
In an evil and large goblin-herd
Where rangers found a big wisdom
About the lands forest-life and dark sides
Here on the path who creeps eternally forth
Between banks where they difficult still
Can be seen in the horizon
So great it must have been
To look out over all this
And to wander so alone and free
An autumn evening in cold and light mist
Like many before me have experienced
And many before me have appreciated
But memories are forgotten as time passes by
And little is here that once were
Here like elsewhere leaves have wizened
But fallen down on a collapsed earth
Where dreams and lives have passed away
But maybe between a rock
Or behind an old buch
Sits still...
And waiting