Tuesday 21 June 2016

Landscape

                                                             LANDSCAPE
The landscape of my world has become strange
If ever it was mine it is no longer
Maybe the sky still meets the earth
But I cannot always find that place
And there is too much earth.

You may not see the difference
But if you stare
Something will stare back, and you will know.
Don't stare unless you're prepared
And then you better pray.

There was once a call that told me who and where
I was
It whispered like a drawing sword.

The landscape has changed
The land moves like the sea
Is that call still true
Amidst the whispering of the waves?
                                                       Wilf June 2016

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