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Gunnr’s Well, that’s how we knew it as of old
For Gunnr in his Viking days
Did drive his dragon-warded ship
Into this sea-scoured shore
Tongue swollen with the salty pestilence of sea
Seeking purity of water unpolluted
And there before his sun-blinded salt-encrusted eyes
Seeping from the sand and stone
A dribble blessed by the three
By Odin, Vili and Ve.
Gunnr it was who with stone built a wall around
To guard his treasure from the world encircling Jormungand
I came upon this ‘well’ (it is a spring) just above the beach at Gunton cliffs. Where the wall was leaking, the water was producing desert-looking wadis
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Interesting background information.
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I regret I could find no written history, as I would normally give
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This is sufficient. Gives it a romantic background. 👌
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Thank you. As you know, I like to play.
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You’re welcome 😉
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My entry – https://transitionofthoughts.com/2020/07/09/environment/
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I like the poem very much. The description is great, as usual. All your characters have a certain vibe to them (for lack of a better word) and I love them. Take care!❤️
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Thank you. All born of my over-fertile imagination
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