Four Trees

thoughts on a walk brought on memories.

Four trees frame horizon’s hill

Scots Pine in stone walled field,

Green pennants to the prevailing wind

Rise to uniform attention.

Halfway to the sea, beside the track

Where I watch pied wagtails

Fly against the breeze.

They stand with their sisters

On Gallipoli’s shore.

GeoffTWO

Author's Note

Struck by the peace and reconciliation of Galipolli.