THE TOPPLED GIANT OF LOGGERHEADS
Ah, Giant!
How terrible, how your life
Has ceased to be.
So awkward
So broken and defeated there
Lying shocked.
Uprooted, hurt
How crashed and tilted
Smashed about.
Your former might
Like a Majesty upended
Roots blink at sky.
Will your buds
In Spring spring forth again
Hoping, sighing?
Will you be cut?
Will sharp translation come
In cloudy sawdust?
I saw you yesterday
A giant stiffening into wood
Pitied, believe me.
Another amazing production from Ric. One is constantly dumbfounded at the prodigious output from this Liverpool writer.
Norfolkrob