In Rythm And Reality Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

In olden times, on scrolls they'd write,
Of gods and heroes, shining bright.
Of kings and battles, brave and bold,
And stories of honor, to be told.
Love was a dream, far out of reach,
A lesson that the poets would teach.

Then came a time, with hearts aflame,
When nature whispered, called each name.
The soul found solace in the trees,
In surging waves and gentle breeze.
Strong feelings flowed, both joy and pain,
The artist's spirit, wild and keen.
The land they loved, its ancient lore,
They sang of roots and so much more.

Then faces turned, to towns and streets,
Where life was hard, and sorrow meets.
They wrote of struggles, dark and deep,
Of lonely souls, who could but weep.
The world moved fast, a fearful pace,
Leaving a hollow, empty space.
Where did life lead, what was its worth?
When old beliefs left little earth.

And now I sit, with pen in hand,
And try to grasp this shifting land.
A bit of old, a bit of new,
My life unfolds, in all I view.
The past, the now, a fleeting breath,
My future here, until its death.
I write it all, the small, the grand,
Held in the moment, close at hand.