Peter Gint

 Peirre Gint

My life

In a glint

Doldrums of silence

In the Norwegian slumps

Slumming it it,

Bumming it in the swamps

Hope of a hump back whale

Who jumps

And splashes down

Ah he is stubborn in his soul

This man

But the sensitive love of nature

And righteousness

Is triumphant

After all his wanderings

He returns

But feels

Or thinks he feels

Will she still be there?

Is there a hope

She might still love him?