A colourless landscape
Unfriendly, cold and grey
As if waiting for life itself
To be infused
The sudden wind and rain
Spatters against the grass
Which stubbornly survives
When all else seems to fail
There is great sorrow here
Difficult to define
But real enough to feel
As if the land had died
And dying was full of
Self pity and remorse
Shamed by the secrets kept
Beneath its close-cropped turf
The wind catches your breath
And sad eyes, half-closed, blink
The rain tastes of the sea
And you curse the crippled land
As sadness overwhelms
Shadows embrace the sky
In darkness you strain to catch
A child’s distant cry
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