Off Of Course Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The North keeps moving, not a tree,
But something deeper, hard to see.
Magnetic North, it shifts and slides,
No longer quite where it resides.

Away from Canada it creeps,
Towards Siberia, while the world sleeps.
A molten heart, a fiery flow,
Makes the magnetic forces grow.

The pole was fast, a hurried race,
Now slower moves across the space.
Beneath the ground, a tug of war,
Between two powers, near and far.

But why does this change matter so?
For ships and planes, where to go?
Old maps are wrong, they lead astray,
So new ones come to save the day.

The World Magnetic Model guides,
Where compass points, and safely hides
Us from the dangers of the deep,
While Earth's core secrets softly keep.

T.M.Solvang