Tides Of Time Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

From south they came, with seeds in hand,
Farmers to a new, cold land.
Five thousand years, a long time past,
Their roots now deep, forever fast.

Before them lived a different folk,
Who hunted deer, and knew the oak.
With Baltic lands, a closer tie,
While farmers came, beneath the sky.

A thousand years, side by side,
Hunter and farmer, nowhere to hide.
Then time moved on, a story told,
Of Viking ships, brave and bold.

From Norway's coast, they sailed so far,
To western lands, guided by a star.
To Iceland's shores, and islands green,
New homes they built, a Viking scene.

North up the coast, the longships flew,
And west they went, for lands anew.
The clans grew strong, their numbers high,
Beneath the vast, Scandinavian sky.

Frankish lands, felt the Viking hand,
Raids on coasts, across the land.
Lindisfarne fell, a signal clear,
The Viking Age, had started here.