Days burst with stories, big and new,
Like none we ever really knew.
David walks East, a giant to face,
Strength in his sling, in time and space.
A Western giant, with might and main,
Turns South-East, to find his own win or pain.
A smaller one comes, where the metal gleams,
From way up North, hijacking dreams.
For words to paint this turning age,
A poet's joy, on life's new stage.
To watch it all, and make it rhyme,
In this wild, ever-changing time.
To write it all, an author's glee,
To shape the world for all to see.
These tales unfolding, bold and bright,
Fill up my days with word-filled light.
T.M.Solvang
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