Fantasy Vs Reality Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Giants tall, of myth and tale,
Three, four, or five meters, beyond the pale.
Imagination's flight, a story spun,
No bones unearthed, no proof begun.

Ancient minds, with wonders met,
Found bones so grand, they could not let
The truth escape, but dreamed a race,
Of humans huge, in time and space.

A mammoth's leg, a dino's jaw,
Seemed giants' limbs, by nature's law.
The Bible spoke, old myths took hold,
Of beings mighty, brave and bold.

But science tells a different way,
Gigantism, a rare display.
A body's growth, a hormone's quest,
Makes some stand tall, above the rest.

Robert Wadlow, a towering man,
But nature's limits, understand.
Four meters high, a body's plea,
Would crush itself, for all to see.

The square-cube law, a gentle guide,
Keeps bodies balanced, side by side.
A giant's weight, a crushing load,
On bones and heart, a heavy road.

And hoaxes played, for coin and fame,
Fake bones displayed, a whispered name.
The Cardiff Giant, a plaster art,
A trick of old, to play a part.

Now pictures fake, on screens they gleam,
Of giant skulls, a digital dream.
No ancient giants walked the land,
Just myths and dreams, held in our hand.