Where Lies The Crown Poem by W H Benjamin

He sits under shade of Olive trees
Watching, Mirror, Mirrors and War games
Shining, pointed from clifftop to Sea.
Soldiers, launching bows of shooting stars
Heavy rain of burning flame

Archimedes saw light
The Commander complained
His crew caught fright
Grecians stood unfazed
At Romans running amazed
Vessels ablaze

Vast Armadas of smoke that choked
Fiery, sinking in the waves,
Legions broke
One famed for Eureka! To blame

Soldier, Soldier, Soldier! Fool
Laid siege to a great tree of knowledge
Here lies, in sandy Proof
An Olive tree under whose shade we live
Great tree, thunderous falling
Sounds from 212 BC, echoing, calling

Lifting Hot Air Balloons
Sinking Armies with one hand
One man, no crew.
His numbered journey changed the world
Past, Pyramids, Pi and Peru.

The one spoke to the other before the strike
It's true, that they were not alike
This Soldier could not perceive his might
Why! Couldn't he that Soldier calculate
That he, that man deserves a Laurel
Oh, what now our fate

Where, but, where lies the denser Crown
So many, hard, misspent, centuries down.