Souls On The Wind

And when the wind blew

their souls were scattered

to commerce and funds

They learnt here

where the tall grass folds,

in houses black with age

They came to make a life

in fields in a faraway town

Now the cars rush by –

The stays have fallen,

the cupboards are bare

Children wrote on slates,

learnt the sums of life:

save a lot, spend a little

It’s almost all gone;

stolen by neglect, time

Quiet as you step in:

you will awaken the past

 

2 thoughts on “Souls On The Wind

  1. The past calls us its simplicity intense in comparison yet how to reach today and call all to the play we present.I love this piece

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