Life on the Line
Strung out tautly in the breeze
Tied between two sturdy trees
Fluttering aspects of a life
Will this sight reveal the strife
Colours dark and bright parade
A hint of all shown in the glade
Nearby barks and shrilling sounds
Running feet dash all around
Drifting hints of bubbling stew
Turn and see another view
Red and yellow, a splash of blue
A structure that is far from new
Flickering heat not far away
Warms the pot for food that day
Soon the folk will end their play
And gather as the pot will sway
There's no litter on this land
How they manage is well planned
Generations came and stayed before
Their caravans by the river shore
We ramble on, disturb them not
In some small ways we like their lot
Freedoms that we have mostly lost
We have more goods, but at what cost
One last glance back at the line
Life strung out time after time.....
(c) Rhumour
July 2nd 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem