Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Sonnet

Almond Tree and Prisoners

Almond Tree and Prisoners
As a child I lived near a farm a farm that was
next door to a prison camp. Russian prisoners
marched up and down trying to keep warm 
it was January with much frost, year of 1945 
I thought of this today on my walk passed my
almond tree that is situated so good it catches 
most of the westerly sun, yet hidden behind 
a Holm oak protected by Nordic wind blasts.

My tree is already flowering, it has pink petals
shivers a bit dressed in a delicate nightdress.
The Russians had to wait longer for their spring
when it came, it was  false one,  they were sent 
home and put in prison camps for surrendering
 to the enemy. For some the winter is endless.

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Kathryn Collins January 28, 2014 at 8:06 AM Your analogies, dear Jan so often stun me. You've left me with a horrifying freeze. Jan Oskar Hansen January 28, 2014 at 1:41 PM thank you dear