Passing months in my young TIMES: footloose in Norway from winter till SPRINGTIME.
Six months, one hundred and sixty five days or four thousand HOURS; regardless of your numeric, they ALL equate to new self-enlightened POWER.
Memories of cultures and people and PLACES; smiles so wide they could
fill empty SPACES.
Friendships forged on the rock of distant LANDS; left to pleasant memories when my feet come home AGAIN.
Norway I will miss you surely, I dare not contest THAT. The Fjords of your landscape; upon my heart they have TRACKED.
Your northern sea was the most pleasant of SIGHTS; through my window, its ocean breeze whispered quietly in the NIGHT.
Furthermore I will miss you Kristiansand, you were a lovely modest TOWN; the downtown square, the Nordic church that towered above the cobblestone GROUND.
I will remember walking through your roads in the cold winter AIR; gazing at the snow-covered fish market without a single nagging CARE.
The colors of your houses and the crisscrossing of your STREETS; I will tuck them away and memorize them all like my own private TREAT.
But now I sadly miss the nation that I call HOME; its time to say goodbye to Norway- its time to finish my ROAM.
So farewell rocky coastlines and the land of midnight SUN; goodbye to the place where Viking legends and grandiose history was once SPUN...
Goodbye Norway; a piece of my heart you have WON.
