MOTHERLAND
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Whilst the winds angrily roar through our land
Nothing could stop her falling, not even a strong hand
The sky was grey
It was like doomsday
She fell revealing her past so old
Laying there helpless but bold
Were her arms so pitiful
What once were beautiful
Now broken
Her long neck choking
From the earth
Where she gave birth
Ripped roots
Looking as if kicked by boots
Feet of the devil’s work
Those all around her
no respect
Forrest fires going berserk
Now it’s time to reflect
Though debris
Is all I see
Where to start
Everything has fallen apart
Smashed
Trashed
An orange ball of fire in the sky
I have to ask why?
What did she do to deserve this?
As I used to pass
Each day to school
She was there to shade me from the sun
Keeping me cool
She would provide me with shelter from the rain
I hate seeing her like this
As if in so much pain
She
meant so much to me
Now a fallen tree
© Fiona Cummings
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