The silence of the world is all around
yet the sound
comes back in voices not yet known.
Throw the silver-white stone
into the water of life's destiny.
It will be
in the countless years to come
a reminder to some
of these years then gone
and one
not gold nor lead nor other metal -- pick
but age of plastic
the plastic substitute.
The tree's root,
the flower's stem,
from them
comes the waking dawn
tomorrow's silent morn.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Glasgow, 10th April 1966
Publications
1982 International Poetry (USA)
1997 Tara's Poetry Page (Internet)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)
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