A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

The Crows Nest

It stood above the rest,
looking over its occupants
being the source of hope and stability.

Then flapping from the east,
a flock of robin
like a battalion ready to do battle.

That night the thrashing of rain,
the clapping of lightning,
then the struck of a bolt

the nest was set aflame
crackling, burning, sizzling as the wood turned to ash.
Fell apart like a nations collapse,

but the ruins stood the length
standing above holding on
showing this place has not lost its strength