What Lies Beneath

I dug up so many things 

to create my garden

not only rocks

and pieces of slate

but tools from those who

had worked in this difficult land.

I built walls from the rocks

and edged my new pond in slate.

The tools became decorations

to tell the story of the land.

Then I found the tractor,

or so I thought,

a toy 

that some child had played with

dreaming of flat land

with good soil.

Then I looked more closely

and saw it was a soldier in the driving seat.

Not a tractor



some sort 

of killing machine

I buried it back where it came from.

It seemed the best thing to do with it.



Popular posts from this blog