what few see


What few see


99% of people do not care about poetry

and why should they?

The sheep who feed among the olive trees,

 the furtive fox, is crossing a field.

 the forest full of life and rabbits jumping over

A sinking stone walk.

The climbing rose flower surrounding a house.

Where an old lady leaves and her grandson bringing

Her food and the latest news.

The cat sleeping on the old roof

And the eagle high up seeing what is worth hunting.

The beauty of nature we are too busy seeing.

Yet, poets write about it.

It is a hopeless task, but they are doomed to report

Nature´s greatness.


◄ love unseen

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