Nice post John thanks for visit regards Ian


Singapore Merlion

broad pads bend the tall grass
and the canopy stirs in sudden wind

every eye is a red dot in lightning
but closes with each growl of thunder

in the afterstill the rain shines green
and the outpost resumes simple living

warm and sultry sea town
looks out to a deep sea change

the signs are right the setting perfect
for strangers to settle

bustle and chaos hand to mouth and rich pickings
the crucible burns failure and reward

junks ply and schooners spice the tides
shop houses sprout like rain-fed shrubs

dark years of invasion and execution
terror of polished boots and cruel hands

till the wild retreats to order
and the canopy is groomed

pawprints shape to monument
and tall glass mirrors the sky

rumbles in the undergrowth
bow to articulation

a gardener has come

This year Singapore celebrates 50 years of independence

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