Of beached submarines, forts and mist
The mist hung thick over the trees —
A perfect day for a walk!
The woods were full of mischievous sprites.
A pylon loomed suddenly out of the mist
Like an iron giant.
Walking up the hill to The Fort,
We spent a moment by a trench dug in 1914
Wishing for peace in the world.
Finally, our destination appeared out of the fog –
Looking like a beached submarine —
An old bunker from the First World War that was never used.
It was built almost a hundred years ago by Swedes
Waiting for an enemy that never came.
How like us humans to focus on building walls
When so often the enemy is within.
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