This Land, This Life. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I look across this open space,
and try to remember how it used to be.
When people cared about each other.
When everyone was like sister and brother.

Today it seems you have to be.
Like everyone else and not unique.
Dont make a fuss, dont even care.
Look in your phone and continue to stare.

I wish we could open our eyes and see
what we have got.
Look at the blue sky, and the stars above.
It is quite alot,
to appreciate and be grateful for.
But we would rather stare at the floor.

This land full of Cultures and differences.
This land of the vikings and Thor.
This land of woodland forests and lakes of icy blue.
The foggy mornings and their dew.

Can we try and wake up before its too late.
Open our hearts, our eyes, our doors and gates.
Take our heads out of our phones
and begin to look, to see, to realise, to strive
and participate in this wonderful land and life.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .