today
we walk
the foreshore
of wrack and wreck
kicking stones
as bones
of people lost
we look
up
to rills
of rock
that now
alone
forlorn
and lost
stand
as broken ribs
on mountain bare
where years before
our people
cared
laboured
loved
lost
at such a
cost
and what
a cost
to them
but
such a gain
for me
and
for
you
Peter, the sadness is incredible in your words and longing. It's a universal theme for any culture, which has been overruled and displaced. I have an ache in my heart for the people in this poem who look back, but can't return. You've captured my spirit with this series. I hope there's more.
~Chelle~
