Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Dying Pond

Dr Abe V Rotor

Mountain Pond. Mt Pulog, Benguet

The Dying Pond

“Death be not proud,” this dreaded fate defied;
     In death something rises at its side,
As on a dying pond, a swamp in its place
     Grows, dying in peace and grace.

And the watery grave dries into grassland
     Where roam the roofs and claws in band;
And the winged sweep the air, retreating
     On the trees nearby and advancing.

Yes, the trees they come when the wind blows;
     They ride on furs, beaks and furs;
A woodland soon rises from the trees’ breath
     And hides the pond, the grass, and death. ~

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