a poem by Catherine Little
Gotland is Swedish and it means 'Good Land' It's flat, edged with limestone, and surrounded by sand. The Capital is Visby; narrow streets behind a medieval wall are lined with cottages dressed in hues of Fall.
On Gotland it's winter, but Autumn has a long reach In the green grass, the roses and gentle winds on the beach As I walk along Austre, the beach below My eyes reach Hope Island, as feet do when tide is low The limestone is soft and so the sea leaves its trace Leaving a playground for hide-and-seek and the shape of a face
Remains of the middle-ages are found island-wide In ruins and paintings of souls being tried
At Christmas there's mulled wine and old viking-style pop While plates have meatballs, sliced ham and herring piled atop
They say in summer Gotland is the best place to be Endless pink skies, 'blue fire' flowers, and of course, the baltic sea Nevertheless, it was beautiful to experience it now Filling me with appreciation and inspiration anyhow Thank you for following my trip to this isle There will be new places to tell about in the next little while It's a pleasure to write for you and share my art Please tell your friends if they'd possibly like to take part