A View Of Possibility Poem by Barry Middleton

when I have passed away
the river will flow past the field
green miracles sprout there like hope

the politicians will still lie
their promises are autumn leaves
money comes in through the back door

the world does not change
because I objected to injustice
because I was a man who wrote poetry

all that I could ever do
was to point to the green river
and pass along a view of possibility

the river flows onward in spring
the crops are planted
and autumn brings another harvest