I have never been able
To work this one out
Why do we love LAND so much
It is nearly always about LAND
Fields Hills Mountains
Deserts Towns Cities
Rivers Seas and Dust
Husbands Die Brothers Die
Sons Die Daughters Die
Wives Die Many Die
Even this bus shelter suffered
During the last war when struck by a shell
It was totally destroyed and am sitting
In the replacement shelter
Writing this short poem
A short poem has been left in a bus shelter
between Sandwich and Deal every year since 1983
these poems are normally found in late September
and to date the poet has remained anonymous