We look on in awe
vast swathes of our countryside
hollowed out by mines
Tag: poetry
Past

A different time—
echoes of a life gone by,
etched in street murals.
Expectant

Expecting payment
for his work as guardian—
dog awaiting bones.
Glowing

As daylight departs
glowing sunset approaches
with all guns blazing,
Defiant

Face-off with the sun
in the middle of nowhere,
one tree stands its ground.
