Stone Faces. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

On mountain high, so grand and bold,
Four faces carved, a story told.
Of leaders strong, who shaped the land,
With steady hand, and vision planned.

Washington, wise, the nation's start,
Jefferson, with a thoughtful heart.
Roosevelt bold, a time of might,
Lincoln, who strove for what was right.

From granite stone, their faces gaze,
Across the years, through passing days.
A Shrine of Democracy, they stand,
A monument, in this great land.

The Black Hills rise, a scenic view,
Where dreams were carved, and hopes grew true.
So look upon, this grand display,
Of history etched, that lights the way.

T.M.Solvang