Obviously you have no idea what a Fjord is.
They are part of the scenery in Norway.
Cut out of rock thousands of years ago.
Mostly hidden from normal view
The sides of the lakes they hold are very steep and not a place you can walk.
A little search into what a Fjord was would have made yor comment of worth.
That you bring in some obscure rock band from New York well I think we need to write more that you can relate to,
Thanks anyway for your visit, Yours Ian.T

I would never have thought that you would not be able to understand this piece.
The Fjords of Norway are known internationally, If I remember right the Tirpitz, the German battle ship was found hiding in one and severely damaged by the UK's bombers
They are a unique natural beauty of Norway, I think that after these two comments I should give up writing about such places,
Yours Ian.T

I always ask any poet from any part of the world to write not only of what they see around them but the way they feel about life in their area, also to research other countries and write of them (Fiction) ..
There are many of you from Nigeria and there are many here that would love to see your day to day ways.
I spent quite a few years in Africa and mixed with the local people, also had to work with them and their ways of life were from fear to delight, I loved it..
So let us know of your ways and thoughts, I know that in some parts of this complex world it is sometimes dangerous to do so but we can try.
Take care out there, go teach the children of writing and write of what they say they are our future,
Yours, Ian..
One that I wrote of a friend of mine A Zulu:-

“I see you”

We had just moved in to a new house
A place to live in a country far away
A pool and land for the children to play
Then a knock at the door one day
He stood there at my door

Gleaming smile and not quite sure
“I see you” he said to me
Hands palm out for me to see.
A man of the Zulu’s had come this day
To ask of me if he could stay

In a shed we had in the garden.
It had a bed there, I had forgotten
“Cyprian is my name” I stay you gain
“Do you work” I asked of him.
“Yes I do” he offered so free

I work down the road in the brewery
He told of paying me
I said that the shed would be free.

But each week he’d leave at the door
Bavarian lager in pack of twenty four.
Cyprian was a good man I grew to know him
My child learned from him of many things

Click language, and some Zulu words
We bonded as people of this world.
We left that land so far behind one day
Back to England as was to be my way

I remember him and the things he’d say.
“I see you” a greeting that holds my sway.

Thank you for your visit, yes I love Irene's works and if you see her web page you will go on a lovely journey (Sojourn lol) I have written for her to her and about her so I am a fan. I don't write much these days as I feel that the comments are only from my closer friends and Neopoet should be an open book, I have tried to make a lot of differences here but most poets just want to be read, Maybe Richards new way will help but we will see.
Now you have a new one of mine that I have just this moment finished a letter for the June contest just fo the hell of it..
Have a read and get back to me I wont mind you reading my letters lol
Yours Ian..