A Life Apart Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

In quiet towns, where days move slow,
A different path, the people go.
No humming wires, no glowing screen,
Just simpler ways, a peaceful scene.

Each morning dawns, the work begins,
With calloused hands and honest wins.
The fields they tend, the crops they grow,
A gentle rhythm, soft and low.

Their clothes are plain, in muted hue,
A testament to all that's true.
No flashing lights, no hurried race,
Just humble pride in time and place.

The horse and buggy, slow and sure,
A steady journey to endure.
For family ties, they hold so dear,
And banish what brings doubt or fear.

Though numbers grow, across the land,
Their gentle ways, they understand.
In quiet homes, a chosen few,
A life apart, for me and you.