Tracks – Written October 2007 (Aged 32)


i watch them fumble in the field
ill equipped for life
and the harvest it can yield
erratic ploughing produces no crop
they try to cover their tracks
but feeling uncomfortable never stops
they throw sticks and stones
from the trench they have dug
exchanging love stories and dreams
but it is never enough
their eyes, a clumsy reflection of belief
self confidence wears ill fitting shoes
and personality is saddled with false teeth
i watch them attack
with a line of empty cannons
and shells that never reach
i watch them fumble in the field
claiming their is nothing wrong

James Garratt – October 2007

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