beyond unstained wooden pallings
which pass as boundary dividings
between this my mother's property fence
and fence of a yellow house neighbours
grows broad leaf flax beyond wind blown ferns
flax stems pierce pale blue skies
a tui in flight alights upon black flax stems
drinks welcome nectar of tubular flax pod flowers
green flax blade leaves to gravity bends
light gleams upon bent over flax leaves
light reflects
from wind whispered flax leaves
in still breeze
of summer afternoon silences
a poet ponders
what passes
as wisdom reeds in lands
erecting materialism's sand castles
flax stems black embrace
beauty freedom breezes
capitalistic cities
city bound build ill fated sand castles
without knowing greed's
ill wind stings in future days
hoarders of stinging grey sand grains
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Capitalistic cities! With the ways of mankind. Thanks for sharing.