Excerpt of Fram og Tilbake
by J. Carlstad

Musik spilt overalt
Ja vel…Somersolverv
But she had no heart for dancing this Midsommer kveld
For her man was leaving on the langskip
For distant shores
Like so many before
To find …new lands
​maybe Vahalla
 
These old farms they grew full,
new life in new lands
was
an itching quest that never seemed
forgotten
the mygg, a mosquito that bit into their hands
left souls full of challenge 
An obsession for their mission
across the sea
an obsession for a new land
 
In longships or knarr
Norsemen traveled the seas
running not with real red blood but
salty brine flowing through their veins
Seeking riches, seeking land, seeking
their existence

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