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Martha Robinson Poetry Competition 3rd prize 2003

Whenever

by Shelley Brookes


Whenever I turn my eyes away
They return to that strange afternoon
When we sat and watched the children play
Between the quiet light of the sun and moon

There was great stillness in the air
As though the seasons had no breath
Our love like leaves fell everywhere
As one who goes all calmly to his death

Who were the children that still played
After the light had almost gone
Their clothes were poor and disarranged
Their eyes were like the stars to look upon.