A Nation's Valuation Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A nation's heart, a gentle guide,
Is seen in how the young reside.
Do little hands reach out to play?
Are sunshine smiles found every day?

And look again, where silver hair
Reflects a life beyond compare.
Are stories shared, and wisdom sought?
Are wrinkled hands with kindness caught?

For in the young, a future bright,
And in the old, a fading light.
A nation's worth, a simple test,
How they are loved, how they are blessed.

Tor M. Solvang