This bleak barren wasteland with ruinous rubble
Where buildings and shelters are slowly reclaimed,
By ragwort that clings to the crack and the crevice
On concrete carpets abandoned and framed,
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I'm lost for words Andrew. What a wonderfully woven piece of writing, and such glorious imagery to bring it all to life. Stunning reading. Great. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Though we try to shape and change the forces of nature to suit our urges for change In the end life shall spring forth Love duncan X
You have truely captured nature and her diligent workers accepting back the soil on which man builds then discards. I find your poem very touching and beautifully written. Ann
For I long to witness the land in its glory And hear the hushed songbirds again singing there. ................................................................................. Yes, Andrew, for such minute the god will give force what to go through this... 10..... Best wishes, Tsira