by
Pavel Chichikov on Sep 06, 2011 in
Poetry
Who will Survive?
One cricket sounding as the storm approaches The great trees unaware, How
many will be down, which rotting branches Will be broken or be spared?
All the beetles hiding underneath the bark And under every leaf Will not be
shaken in the flashing of the dark Or come to grief
But all the great trees will be tossed and shaken And some will not survive,
It is the great most often who are taken Who were least alive
Pavel
August 27, 2011
Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."
