Hillside Gems Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Shapes and orientations curve and contort
Coiled steel scribbles confirm wires will not tame
But here a lucky seedling may come to grace

Absolute plane red ridgeback rough reeds
Schist world and firmament - shot and carapace
Iron forms bent and wrought by the careless river

Variously coloured dragonflies flit low across the lake
While the weta takes its ancient outrageous stance
And a bird alights on kelp that prospers far inland

Shire horses snuffle and throw their manes
A slender female figure salutes the snow in play
While wolves beset the sword-wielding warrior

And the man without a name sits quietly on the hill:
Come some time and we will all become anonymous
Though there is solace in the wind.