Poetry Centre

Connecting

  • Desert sands,
    Golden, rich,
    Burnt, scorched,
    Lifeless.

    A lone computer stands,
    Hardworn, sandbitten,
    Glowing dimly,
    Clinging to life.

    Weary soldier,
    Battle worn,
    Stumbles into view,
    Dragging his heels.

    A chair appears,
    Out of the sand,
    Green and faded,
    Camouflage faint.

    He crawls up,
    Into the chair,
    Types in his name,
    Blank screen.

    Internet’s up!
    Flashing lights,
    Email opened,
    A smile breaks.

    Energy surges,
    Fingers a blur,
    Spilling his joy
    Into the keys.

    The world spins,
    A morning has passed,
    Teen schoolgirl,
    Links to the net.

    Smiles all round,
    News at last!
    Her heart races,
    He’s safe and well

    Connecting….
    Connected.

    by Beth Saward (Wychwood School) (Runner Up)