Recently, a fellow West Denmark community member found a printed letter in his Mother's belongings and had it translated from Danish to English.
In that letter was quoted a poem written by my Dad's Mother, Frederikke. The letter was written in 1948 and I have included the paragraph that the author of the letter used to introduce Grandmother's verse.
I wanted to share it here as it inspires me appreciate nature the way she did.
Mrs. Johansen has never seen Denmark and her Danish is the
language she got from the pioneers and the casual teaching in high school.
Never the less she owns a rhythm and tune in her soul which
we Danes up here admire.
I repeat the poem in its full length:
West Denmark is forest and
hills
Towards the shallow lake
Sweet woodruff, Blue Bells and Lily of the Valley
Bloom in thousands.
A light breeze between the trees
And the day comes to an end
A Whippoorwill sings its evening song
In the peaceful summer eve
And the frogs quarks in the moor
Cowbells sound in the forest.
And the moon throws its shining
Over the lake that glitters like silver
Nature is like a organ's play
That sounds and lures and laughs
There a boat glides out from the bank
Into the stripe of silver
Where song sounds and heart beats
And word comes from chair
And where we depressed people sit
A glimpse of the shining sun
Where source of life springs to comfort the soul
And people find their harbor
There lies West Denmark.
Gods peace to all who builds and lives
In the forest by the lake
The sound of song from a joyful choir in West Denmark from
forest and from home
Can never be wiped out
As long we keep pouring of the well
The well that runs from God.
This way the hard working farmer wife sings and writes
poetry in 1948.
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West Denmark Lutheran Church - 2013
Photo & Waterlogue edit by Mark Petersen |