The Bright And Empty Plain Drifts Far Away Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

The bright and empty plain drifts far away,
Off to the furthest reaches of despair,
Yet still some tough contenders have to stay,
To suffer hard the harshness they find there;
With big wide eyes and pointed upright ears
The desert Lepus frozen silent stares
To then leap off at speed in fervent fear
With the panic mirror'd in her glare,
Bedazzled by a sharp and seering sight,
As the saker high drops down from solar flares,
Its shadow chasing close the fierce flight
Across the shifting sands towards the hare.
Watch, as all three haste, as all needs must,
To all converge as one, then turn to dust.