Sunday, February 8, 2009

Tales of the Midnight Sun

An old man,
His grandcild on his lap,
Tells a tale
That the little one will never forget

Of wild reindeer,
Northern Lights
And a native way of life.

The years went by.
The granfather has long passed on.
Yet the vision is still alive
Of a long kept desire.

Up, up north
Where my heart longs to be.
To eternal darkness
And the midnight sun.

Up to where all my dreams
Are leading me
And the wild country

The wild rivers
Will wash away all my troubles of the past
While I taste my first breath
Of crystal fresh air.

Eventually I will be one
With the infinity of the tundra,
With each feathered cloud in the amazingly blue sky
And the heartbeat of the wilderness will be my own!

Then I soar to the Heavens
As I feel the pulsing of therunning wild life.
Serenity is the state of mind
In which I realize, I have finally come home.

The poem is from the book "Solkrogen" which I wrote several years ago. The story of the poem (not the one of the book!) is my own. During WWII my grandfather was in Spitzbergen (Svalbard!) and I of course had to ask him all about his deployments. Well, as most veterans, he also was quite traumatized and wasn't much for talking, neither about life in the trenches (many of his generation were this "lucky" that they had to fight in both wars...), nor the conditions in the POW-camp up north (WWII)... but little by little I did get some things out of him and the thing he really loved to talk about, was the aurora borealis! He said, everybody should make sure to see the northern lights at least once before he died!


  1. Hi Sarah Sophia, the poem is you have a book of poetry...would love to have one. Also found your book on education very interesting. Isn't it wonderful when we find ourselves on the cutting edge when we are making no attempt to be on the cutting edge?(that's wonderful, creative energy at work!) Just putting in place an idea that you thought might work for your that would make you neither right nor wrong, but wise enough to know what works for your family!!...(See post on Healthier!)Is this book available? I was in public education for five years before I went back to school. I taught special education and was an elementary guidance counselor, not at the same time!
    Let me know if I can buy your books.

  2. A beautiful, moving poem. It has such heart and emotion. I really like the phrase, "the infinity of the tundra", lyrical, yet philosophical. My passion is to write poetry. I truly enjoyed reading this poetic journey with your grandfather to the northern lights. Amazing picture. Thank you for visiting my blog today.

  3. traumhaft schöne Fotos ! herzliche Grüße von Kathrin aus Bremen

  4. Hi Sara. I was looking for your blog that had stitching on it but came across this one. What absolutely lovely poetry. I used to teach literature in high school and love your poetry. Are you poetry books for sale?
    Which blog is your stitching blog?
    Cathie (clevelandgirlie)

  5. thank you for all the beautiful comments!