It is the land of nothing, ‘cept Godly whites. <br />The land of magic; the Northern Lights. <br />It is the land of mystery, and inspires awe. <br />The land in which there is no flaw. <br /> <br />It is the land of the Eskimo, warmed by their furs. <br />The land beneath which the ocean stirs. <br />It is the land of darkness, the light never stays long. <br />Accompanied, fleetingly, by the whale’s haunting song. <br /> <br />It is the land of pacing sentries, preparing for their war. <br />The land of borders and boundaries, never crossed before. <br />It is the land that breathes, and moves with the sea. <br />A giant jigsaw, the pieces of which, are allowed to roam free. <br /> <br />It is the land of danger, of uncertainty and fear. <br />The land in which nothing, but the sky, is clear. <br />It is the land of harshness, and few have seen. <br />The land free of evidence that any have been. <br /> <br />It is the land of stature, of custom and tradition. <br />The land free of cancer, a land in remission. <br />It is the land of knowledge, passed down through generations. <br />The land of stories, a mad mind’s creations. <br /> <br />It is the land of innocence, which time forgot. <br />The land of the people not affected by rot. <br />It is the land of icebergs, of blizzards, of snows. <br />It is, indeed, the land of shadows.<br /><br />Dan Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/land-of-shadows/
