Idyllic Road Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Idyllic Road

There is on the plain that looks like an African Savannah
in hazy summer morning, a road, where the hills begins,
that is flanked by cork trees and appears like an avenue
where royalty ought to drive through when receiving our
adulation; also, not to forget, the sight splendid uniforms
ladies hats and snapping flags in a fairytale breeze,
I also wanted to see if the grapes on the vines had been
harvested, and if not why the delay?

Yes, the grapes had been picked which pleased me and
leaves on the vines are turning sepia. A season is over.
I took a few photos of the cork tree road and said my
farewell I will not be back here before spring. I know of
a place where a lake appears in winters I´ll go there sit on
my bike and hope to see a fresh water mermaid.