Foxley Wood: April 2020
We found beauty, joy, tranquillity
in a wood of azure blue;
bells whose antecedents lived
quiet aeons prior to me or you.
The peace was sudden shattered
by a vile and violent roar
of military jets blasting the sky.
We asked 'Whatever for?'
The din hurt ears, but far, far worse,
our souls were crushed with fear
as fuel was guzzled, spent, then fouled
earth’s fragile atmosphere.
© Trevor Thorn, May 2021.
