Valleys on the Road to Dalvik - Alan Gould

From green to indigo

the valleys intermarry

shoulders, rumps and laps.

All Gisli's kids were poets,

all Egil's sons were dolts.

A woman lugs her bucket

from the talking stream

where once an outlaw gibed,

set upon by many,

out-laughed his grinning wounds.

The rain has won this barn,

the wind throws back the door

and looks you in the eye;

'if you marry me

I'll win the Nobel Prize!'

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Alan Gould (born 1949) Australia (born UK and moved in teens)

Source: Poetry Atlas