Untamable Iceland

Lone churches with their red and green roofs,

Stuck out among the land rooted in volcanic soot.

The rounded moss clad hills enticed the eye,

Their color enhanced by the snow-capped mountains behind.

The vast ocean surrounded, 

Isolating the far and few homes, providing beauty abound.

The glacier’s runoff showcased in waterfalls a many,

Their splashes mixed with the sun, forming a rainbow, 

With pools of aqua and prisms of light aglow.

Wild horses with their fur and hefty manes,

Quietly greeted us, attuned with the culture of the land.

Sheep, too, dotted the island,

Venturing high upon the rising mountains,

Above the cobblestone houses absent of trite

Nestled into the hillside.

The legends of the trolls could be seen,

With stacked rocks marking their frozen nature,

The sunlight locking them in place forever.

No matter where we wandered,

Our boots trampled black rock.

Reminding us that while we were cold, 

This was the land of both fire and ice, 

With volcanoes resting nearby, like a ticking clock, only for the bold.

The wind - one of the only sounds on the city streets, 

The culture quiet, but the weather violent.

At Vik, on the black sand beach,

Seagulls danced high in the sky, 

A vision that makes one question the purpose of life.

The scenery of our dreams,

Coming to reality, our minds bursting at the seams.

Iceland

A quiet place of wild, untamable, unexplainable, natural beauty,

With a future sustainably planned.