We got more poetry than we bargained for: <br />Poetry as per the programme; <br />Poetry under the Plane trees; <br />Poetry conjuring other places, <br />Other times, <br />Other insights <br />Through other eyes. <br /> <br />Yes, all that and more <br />As the soft, stone façade <br />Glowed the warm jaune-crème <br />Of a quiet understanding <br />Borne of generations of learning, <br />And, en face, <br />Upstart acres of glass <br />Glowered back their pretensions <br />With an assurance <br />Only the arrogance of youth may afford. <br /> <br />Between these battle lines, <br />Oblivious to their meagre histories and vanities, <br />Nature was quietly busy <br />Writing her elegant, eternal poetry <br />Upon the wind <br />In fresh, green symphony, <br />Strolling and stroking its way <br />Through the forest on my forearms, <br />Stealing me away from listening, <br />To writing: <br />Recording the history of the briefest of moments <br />Perhaps no-one else noticed. <br /> <br />More than I bargained for too. <br /> <br />Stephanos, thank you.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-lines/
