death you can run me down like a dog on the highway
if you are swift fleet enough to catch me on my flyway
but death if I see you speeding up unavoidable coming
I will die smiling with eyes life allure watching laughing;
because somewhere a beautiful summers day is shining
warm fields will be blessed with wild flowers growing
sailing ships time slip race the wind across wavelet bay
toward a celestial home I shall arise swift wing my way;
life lives dormant in wind seeds carried on gestation breeze
in tiny droplets airborne sudden released in a single sneeze
life even crawls from ice melt a scorpion weta from ice freeze;
the wood frog almost frozen solid ice crystals frorm under skin
heart stops ice thraws the frog miraculously survives lives again
weta months frozen heart bain stopped revives without frostbite pain;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant piece, Terry. The first few lines especially will stay with me. They remind me of what someone once said- -the purpose of life is to try to outrun death. Again, brilliant.