Poem Revisited : "IN A GUST OF WIND"

In a gust of wind

that turned our breathes to dust

In the Iron Age

our tools turned to rust

We were wounded by all

but the bronze age would fall

Only To errect an Iron tower

and a lust for power

When our armour was built

it was built to last

It was Smelted by hammer and hand

We were singing

hard

heavy

fast and more

Preparing

protection

for war

But now the towers now lay

on rock and clay

As these words now turn to sand

and wash away off of land

From a gust of wind

that turned our breathes into dust

In the evil of men

that turned our souls to dust

In the iron cage

the beast wants to bust

We were wounded by light

from nails of the sun, so bright

Only to errect a new king

A crown so shining

When our elders had taught us

they taught us right

Taught us to hold the hammer in hand

We sung of

love

war

and gold in all above

mighty

and fancy

built rugged tough

Now our powers

now lay in the hands of today

while the here and now

turns to now and then

from the evil in men

that turned our souls to dust

- William Ramsey