Save To The Wood Of Chill Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Save to the Wood of Chill
The Old Man was a Dreamer with the Turquoise Beard
Save me! Save me! Prayed the bull dozed streets.

The Night has recently hid many stars.

The Woods of Chill, the Trees too have a Fundamental Human Right.

The Bough, the Sapling, the Leave

On this winter night off Chill especially

Bowed the high Fir and its trunk walked

For the Giants of the Night be as Giants of the Day.

Influx of streams into each other.

Yet we have no rivers, but the Sea surrounds us.

Scoffed the Gremlins of the Turrets.