Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


23feb10 The Day After: Garden City


many hotels
damaged
shocked guests
evacuated?

Christchurch
mortally wounded
garden mourns

no rooms
for tourists
now to stay

tourists evacuated
troubles fly away
holiday memories

took
an earth shattering
turn


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Monday, February 28, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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  • Ken E Hall (4/5/2014 5:54:00 AM)

    A terrible day for Christchurch...you New Zealanders are so resilient you will win in the end...very meaningful Terence so sad...regards (Report) Reply

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