Colin F. Jones

FROM MY GARDEN

~ 1 ~

Unmoving doth the Kingfisher watch the stream,
As the dairy cows do graze towards the bail,
A pigeon settles on a bough to dream,
And through the grass creeps a hungry quail.
The cat sleeps in the shade beneath the leaf,
While fading light attracts the moth to pane,
And from the kitchen scurries a little thief,
As in the West the red sun sinks again.
Life is all around me as I gaze,
Across the fields where trey wallabies feed,
The birds are chirping even as I laze,
Beneath the Rain Tree showered by falling seed.
So peaceful, yet for some ‘tis death and fear:
And in this tranquil place ‘tis thriving here.

~ 2 ~

The horses turn their rumps towards the breeze,
As insects seek upon their blood to feed,
And Straw-Necked Ibis glide into the trees,
As a million frogs start croaking as they breed.
‘Tis just another autumn day at end,
Filled with sounds that counterfeits the peace,
For all the beauty that the day doth send,
Would vanish if the violence in it did cease.
‘Tis all around me; death decay and life,
Beauteous, cruel and never ending change,
Where living things do struggle to survive,
While I do sit here gazing still and strange.
For now that darkness has enveloped me,
I cannot hear and neither can I see.