The following poem is just my imagination.
Copyright Björn Rudberg
I hear a menacing wind
playing songs of sorrows
on the barbed wire strings
of neighbours fence
my starving cows will die
after the long cold winter
see rich grass on other side
of neighbours fence
I built a coffin for a child
a sacrifice to winter days
with thaw of spring, a hole
at neighbours fence
but still I feel the strength
of spring returning
nurture grass also on this side
of neighbours fence
and I see my neighbour
as he digs his wife’s grave
I take my shovel and cross
my neighbours fence
—
May 6, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
That is awesome BJÖRN
Thank you
Beautifully sad.
Amazingly beautiful!Brought tears to my eyes!
Thank you. A story that could have been truth in another time or place.
Am glad it is only fiction though:-)
I really enjoyed this one, especially the evocation of sound on the wires in the first part. Also the inclusion of the word “my” before neighbors fence at the last because the man finally knows that he and his neighbor were more together than he realized. This is definitely one to save.
Thank you, that’s was exactly the feelings I wanted to evoke.
The first stanza Bjorn is amazing, you certainly brought the hardship of a past era to life in your words. Beautifully penned.
Thank you ..
Moving and thought-provoking. This is what poetry should be!
Thank you David.. as I write a lot of fiction, I also like to tell stories in my poetry sometimes.
Every words in this poem is a different song. Beautiful.
Thank you
Bjorn, this is so moving and well written.
Thank you. I tried to depict the hardship of a farmer a long time ago. The picture I took a while ago.
Beautiful and full of compassion.
Thank you 🙂
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