beyond unstained wooden pallings <br />which pass as boundary dividings <br />between this my mother's property fence <br />and fence of a yellow house neighbours <br />grows broad leaf flax beyond wind blown ferns <br />flax stems pierce pale blue skies <br />a tui in flight alights upon black flax stems <br />drinks welcome nectar of tubular flax pod flowers <br /> <br />green flax blade leaves to gravity bends <br />light gleams upon bent over flax leaves <br />light reflects from wind whispered flax leaves <br />in still breeze of summer afternoon silences <br />a poet ponders what passes as wisdom reeds <br />in lands erecting materialism's sand castles... <br /> <br />flax stems black embrace beauty freedom breezes <br />capitalistics city bound build ill fated sand castles <br />without knowing greed's ill wind soon pin stings <br />in future days hoarders of stinging grey sand grains <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence G. Craddock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flax-stems-pierce-pale-blue-skies/
