Wrote this on school retreat at the top of a mountain at sunset. My camera had just ran out of battery, so I thought I’d better use another means to remember what I saw.
We are far away from the city,
From the droning of cars and
Smouldering of human emotions.
With the cries of those behind us
And silence all that lays ahead,
We watch teh sun nestle
Behind the far mountains.
Its final peeping rays cast lines of light onto
The bent wheat heads
As the bird bids all goodnight
And the frog croaks contently.
We see the hills rolling beneath us,
Hear the birds trilling softly,
Smell the wet, woody forest scent
And know that we are home.
As the violet-grey shapes of clouds
Close across the horizon like
Lines of frowns on a forehead,
I look back and think
Maybe there is a God.
But then I decided later that there wasn’t one, so it was all in vain, pretty much.