I wanted to go to West Iceland # 16556
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I wanted to go to the West. A poem and travelogue by Jón H. Guðmundsson.
At Grautarklett
I passed Grautarklett -
An old saying came to mind.
Don't worry about me all the time.
over ancient legal law.
Deserted at Eiríksstaðir
A poor farmer stole the seeds,
long ago in Langadalur -
which can be read on old newspapers.
The path up to Grautarkletti
on the gallows of stone was hung -
I'm feeling uneasy there now.
over ancient legal law.
At Grautarklett
I passed Grautarklett -
An old saying came to mind.
Don't worry about me all the time.
over ancient legal law.
Deserted at Eiríksstaðir
A poor farmer stole the seeds,
long ago in Langadalur -
which can be read on old newspapers.
The path up to Grautarkletti
on the gallows of stone was hung -
I'm feeling uneasy there now.
over ancient legal law.