I see the gently waving trees
and fields you sit upon.
But when I try and look for you,
somehow you’ve all but gone.
Tumbling down, a gentle crash,
you wash a field of rye.
I follow yet I know not how,
you escape my watchful eye.
Continue reading A Gentle Wind
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Samples from my book
“Apostrophe to Zenith A Book of Poems” is my book which was published by Raider Publishing in New York in 2009.
(There are 189 poems in the book.)
If you like any of my pages or just want to say hi, please leave a message. (This is a picture of me taken in
my home town – Upper Hutt, New Zealand).
From the section – ABOUT DEATH
The samples shown are only part of the whole poem.
One With The Desert
As he fell he noticed the smell
of the driest baron place.
A struggle to move didn’t improve
his disposition or his face.
He did a dry moan and then a slow groan
as he lay in the desert sun.
He had a strange grin just above his chin
as he baked when his day was done.
A quiet rest settled on his chest
but he hadn’t the heart to care.
He tasted dust, as he knew he must
and he hadn’t the breath to swear… Continue reading Book Samples
