Do you remember
That wild stretch of land
With the lone tree guarding the point
From the sharp-tongued sea?

The fort we built out of branches
Wrenched from the tree
Is dead wood now
The air that was thick with the whirr of
Toetoe spear succumbs at last to the grey gull's wheel

Oyster-studded roots
Of the mangrove yield no finer feast
Of silver-bellied eels, and sea-snails
Cooked in a rusty can

Allow me to mend the broken ends
Of shared days:
But I wantеd to say
That the tree we climbed
That gavе food and drink
To youthful dreams, is no more
Pursed to the lips her fine-edged
Leaves made whistle - now stamp
No silken tracery on the cracked
Clay floor
Friend
In this drear
Dreamless time I clasp
Your hand if only to reassure
That all our jewelled fantasies were
Real and wore splendid rags

Perhaps the tree
Will strike fresh roots again:
Give soothing shade to a hurt and
Troubled world