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