A Helicopter Fell


At the ticket counter I saw the woman stand
loss and torment showing in her eyes
bewildered childrend clinging frantic to her hand
do not get an answer to their why`s
She is living in an undiluted Hell
without rhyme or reason a Helicopter fell.


In a hand that`s slightly shaking
she holds a one way trip
one they now are making
´cause someone made a slip.
´´An accident is all,´´ that anyone can tell
without rhyme or reason a Helicopter fell.


When at first they came here
things were all so right
dreams and hopes so crystal clear
their future lovely bright.
Now bereft and lonely, her life an empty shell
without rhyme or reason a Helicopter fell.


The children lost their father
a woman lost her love
it seem as it was rather
a mistake from above
The price of oil is tolling a very solemn bell
without rhyme or reason a Helicopter fell.



Golden poems from Stavanger