HANNA'S WALK

The old Thorn

There is a Thorn,—it looks so old, In truth, you’d find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and gray. Not higher than a two years child It stands erect,… Read More

Tranquility

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth The pictures in motions are from my wonderful walks in Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov. I got the inspiration to… Read More

The Art Of Wandering

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the… Read More