The 'board Of Peace'. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Across the sea, a plan was made,
A 'Board of Peace, ' a path displayed.
America called, a hand outstretched,
To lands of cold, a plan to sketch.

But Norway said, 'We must decline, '
A quiet choice, a shift in line.
With France and Sweden, Denmark too,
The invitation now, they all withdrew.

A hope for power in the North,
To guide the ice, to prove its worth.
With Greenland's whispers, Iceland's frown,
A stronger base, to hold the crown.

But Europe watches, eyes so keen,
A different path, a different scene.
A front is forming, strong and wide,
With Canada close, walking side by side.

The 'Board of Peace, ' now stands alone,
Its offered hand, largely unknown.
A shift in balance, clear to see,
Across the waves, for all to be.

T.M.Solvang