April 28, 2017

 

 

Oh gorgeous sediment

that was part of tradition.

So natural and moist

and rich in composition.

 

Now crumbling away

after centuries on show.

Falling like sand

into the sea down below.

 

And wood once so dense

wild winds now devour,

as storms force flying debris

onto rocks with such power.

 

And trees uprooted

as if dancing a fling.

No point in snatching  

weak branches of string.

 

Destruction, life changing,

on a gigantic scale.

Escape meaning nothing –

as the last ship sets sail.

 

and traditionalists sit nodding

almost as if to mock,

and put on the kettle

unconcerned by the shock,

 

because like the sooth-sayers,

their predictions came true –

the winds of yesteryear returned

to take on life anew.

 

 

 

 

 

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