A.R. “David” Lewis
In Flanders fields red poppies grow,
In faraway lands of ice and snow,
A wolf howls his love for his pack,
As he follows his timeless old track.
In sandy deserts where no shade is found,
A camel groans, as he toils around,
carrying out his tasks, a human’s slave.
And from afar a Whippoorwill calls,
Cats fall asleep on garden walls,
In deep oceans, large whales cry
their haunting heart rending sigh.
Man still quarrels with his neighbours,
Gun domination the road he favours.
Bombs and shells, spread death and destruction.
Disease and death: final oblivion.
Darkness now fills the sky, all is quiet,
The planet waits for another chance,
Another dawn to start anew,
Cleansing the land, the oceans too.
At last a faint clear light,
Peeping over the mountain’s height,
Slowly recovering, nature breathes again,
Starting up her old refrain.
A poppy grows in Flanders field,
A wolf howls across the weald,
A Camel groans, a whippoorwill calls,
Cats fall asleep on garden walls.
In deep oceans, a whale’s haunting cry,
As nature awakes for another try,
But where is man? No signs yet.
Is that haunting cry for him?
©Copyright 2004 by A.R. “David” Lewis