Written whilst looking outside my office window, Studholme Street, Morrinsville, New Zealand.
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The road outside my window
now teems with every form of life …
above, all sight of feathered flight is lost
to those set on an intercontinental course …
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Close by I see the past in an old fence post,
last remnant of the farmhouse here that was,
beneath my feet the earth, rich and dark
retains whatever drama was played out here
a hundred or more years before …
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Next door, pupils arrive from school eager
for another supplementary education session …
seated at keyboard, their fingers,
brain directed, computing information
adding an extra dimension to their day’s learning.
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What formula will they perhaps discover …
that twenty years on will set another kind of course?
No matter; they have youth’s potential and motivation
to adventure with a growing, more cosmopolitan
worldwide barrier breaking population …
on the internet I see …
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Our human senses interface,
surface skimming almost instinctively …
sometimes, provoked by mood or other stimuli
more deeply comprehending a new insight.
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Dennis Crompton © 1999
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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