🦇 Little Battles Add Up 🦇 Poem by James McLain

The path to victory is paved in dust,
Not by might alone, but by subtle thrust.
A shadow moves where no eye can see,
Whispering winds chart destiny.

Each skirmish won, a brick is laid,
Foundations firm though warriors fade.
A clever feint, a silence deep,
Foes unravel where secrets sleep.

To be in two places is art refined,
Illusions of strength deceive the mind.
Formidable the foe who strikes unknown,
A fist of steel forged from stone.

A nation divided falls with ease,
But united hearts can weather seas.
For every small triumph, a kingdom grows,
Rooted in wisdom where rivers flow.

The little battles shape the war,
Momentum builds, the lion roars.
Through cunning, strength, and silent might,
The scattered stars form constellations bright.

Victory blossoms from seeds concealed,
A country's strength in stealth revealed.