Napoleon Bonaparte Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Napoleon Bonaparte

A mind like fire, swift and keen,
Napoleon saw what others hadn't seen.
He moved his armies, quick and bright,
With corps of men, a fearsome sight.

No planes above, no ships with wings,
Just earth and men, and what the moment brings.
He found the crack, the enemy's flaw,
And pushed his troops with mighty draw.

He built an army, strong and vast,
Loyalty his bond, that held so fast.
No buttons pressed by distant hand,
But leaders bold, who knew the land.

He wrote the laws with steady pen,
To guide the lives of common men.
Though crowns may fall and borders fade,
The Code remains - the mark he made.

Today, the game's perhaps unfair,
A lucky place, a fame to share.
But then, it took a heart of might,
To seize the day and win the fight.

But even fires must lose their glow,
Where Atlantic winds and salt tides blow.
On a lonely Rock, 'neath a distant sun,
The march was still, the battles done.

T.M.Solvang