A man travels the world in search of what he needs and return home to find it !

On my hill

Shavings curl on my fields

Which berry-smells fill
Grass is long, hay in harvest
A cottage grows up
Small children play
On my hill
With Cheeps and Cows
Eating the grass..


In half-an-hour`s walk
From my village Husaby
My life like a legend
Begins all over.
With hard work.


Not for loafers to envy -
To no haven or cove,
Like a rank-and-file trooper
I go for work to my farm
Starving and tiered I find no rest.


I dream
At a distance
From everyday din
With hard labor and no food 
A terrible time to acquire
Birds keen vision
Unknown to us men.


No fences
Nor food
Nor latches
Nor locks will there be.
My house will welcome
All good folks heartily.