Polygon Wood Poem by Maurece Busscher ( now deceased )
and translated by Jacques Haemers
English Version
Polygon Wood
I quietly enter this forest
A carpet of grass and moss
Vast stretches of numerous kinds of trees
Here we can find rest
And surrounded by so many types of wood
Some pines here some oak trees there
Reaching high above our head
In this large surface of wood
Birds are singing their sweet songs
And all is decorated in green.
Once upon a time though
The sound of the bugle was heard here.
Hidden in this wood
We find this cemetery revealing the past
And long lines of white tombstones
In the shade of silver birches.
I walk along the graves
Lost in thoughts and so many questions
About their too short a life
And how they lived these lives
Which started ever so bright
Now they lie here in ‘Polygon’
Their cross rises high in the middle of the field
Unfortunately they fell and died
Far away from home.
Freely translated by J. Haemers
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