Amidst The Stones © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The railway tracks gleam silver black,
for miles along its lonely way;
Thundering onslaught in attack,
scattering stones in disarray.

Death and darkness lie awaiting,
on cruel path of flint and steel;
Ploughing onwards, no abating,
scarcely time enough to feel.

And there among the grime and stone,
wildflowers grow in sweet profusion;
Nodding gently, bent low, wind blown,
in the chaos and confusion.

How strange and good that beauty thrives,
Amidst life troubles, hope survives.