trunks violence broken splintered
matchstick snapped trunks ripped
meat life trunk wind severed twisted
middle tree was gust suddenly gone
far right tree rip burst a half hour later
my favourite time breathed still stands
roots raw earth mixed up reach broken
limbs rip torn reach up in split supplication
tree trunk branches lie on side grounded
just past grey memorial gates
of war remembrance they grew
over sage sentinel seventy years
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem