Art Practice - 2023, 21

Cheshire Brook

The rain came down hard in Cheshire Brook,

when lightning flashed bright and thunder strikes shook

the skyscraping giants in bark and green crown,

the earth drank it up, as it was coming down.

The ground had gone soft in Cheshire Brook.

For those that we lost, we couldn't look,

as the earth had drank them along with the rain.

We'll never ever go back there again.

There's an arm sticking out of Cheshire Brook

the finger are frozen, forming a hook

of a hand, a last cramp in despair.

We cannot go back, we must leave it there.