How It Will Be...A Poem by David Lewis PagetThe beach, it circles round to the Cape As a frame to a Prussian blue seascape, While cliffs arch up to a vaulting sky To claw at the clouds just passing by; But nobody heeds them now, nor I.
The sea, it grumbles or lies sublime Content in its deeps, or marking time, Then storms its breakers onto the beach In search of the mountains, out of reach; With nothing to learn, and none to teach.
The sky, it hovers and looking down Hangs over the earth, both green and brown Where nature, in its fecundity Runs wild and free from the sky and sea; And unattended by God, or me.
While cottages lie like a pile of bones Or an ancient monster’s stepping stones, And none of them cared where man came from Nor where he went while the sun still shone; Once they were here, but now they’re gone!
David Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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