Douglas McClarty Poems

The evening sun was falling behind Maroma
When we reached the Pueblo Canuelo
We had journeyed through the winding goat tracks
Among the thousands of ripened olive trees
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I saved a Grasshopper
from the pool today
He was wet and soggy
when I set him on the clay
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Was on the way to Agra
On this road I sat amazed
So many animals on this busy route
A Zoo materialising in the haze
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I made and shot the arrow
it did not kill
It just maimed a broken heart for life
it was double sided
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My dad would take a spade and dig
Turn the sods over in dry winter days
They were left in the garden to dry
Warmed by dry spring air we had soil
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Who do you run to when you hit a brick wall
Who do you turn to when you tumble and fall
Who do you think of when you feel down and out
Who do you cry to when your living in doubt
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The urge always there
To roam, to get away
From the drudgery of it all
Were everything seems grey
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A sad monument of human folly lies crumbling
The wind of time has taken its heart and soul
Those who lived here have now departed
Leaving a small glimpse of the bishops dream
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All that I am is held in the gods nano light
Look at the universe, the stars the power
Your eyes are cast upon tiny sparks of life
They are you and you became of them
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