Sverige (Sweden)

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

From Pappa, I will learn of Sweden.
“I was born there,” he will say.

About his trips to candy stores,
Where his Mormor let him have his way!

About winter days in Stockholm,
When he would take his sled,
And down the hill he would fly,
Until his nose was red.

About little Ljungskile, very near the sea;
Diving in those waters cold.
These are the stories that I’ll be told.

From Mommy, I will also hear of Sweden.
“I flew there,” she will say.

About the long, deep winter’s night,
And the mild summer’s endless light.

About a flight in a balloon,
Above the woods and everything.
Where Pappa, oh so very young,
Gave Mommy a bright and shiny ring.

About the place of second home,
That it will always hold.
These are the stories that I’ll be told.

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