I had known for a while that a number of abandoned tunnels
Were positioned directly under my cottage garden
As far as I was concerned they were no more than disused mines
It was only when my sister gave me a silver turquoise ring
That I realised that my garden was full of such treasures
I quickly organised a dig and recovered many jewels
But my garden had been destroyed not a single flower remained
You have inherited a war zone brother my sister said quietly
And all you have left is a weeping garden a garden full of tears
Red Poem Number Three