They sat in silence
Enchanted by this place
The look of pleasure
Upon their face
The wild cliffs and hills
Wondrously majestic
The isolated Fjord
Desolately magic

Happy people playing
Bowls upon the shore
Noisy waves are lapping
Who could want for more
Crystal clear the water
And the mountain tops
The fire is burning warmly
Flaming when it pops
Our campsite is a picture
Nestling in the hills
Natural is the silence
Which conversation kills
We are resting and enjoying
This isolated day
For tomorrow we’ll be climbing
O’erthe hills away

Deserted fjords
Mountain screes
River fjords
Icy seas
Reindeer tracks
Sammy seals
Heavy packs
Whopping meals
Pretty flowers
Birds in song
Endless hours
All days long
Warm campfire
Shining sun
Boats for hire
Always fun
Cascading force
Geothermal sites
Dewey Moss
Volcanic heights
To see Iceland at its best
Go ‘high places’ as their guest

We walked on molten Lava
Seven years since it did form
No longer is it molton
Neither is it warm
We saw pretty larval patterns
A volcano climbed inside
And all this on a thin earths crust
Only 3 km wide
And I smell the pungent sulphur smoke
And watch the mud pools boil
I only hope the next eruption
Will not my wonder spoil