Bertra In the shadow of the Holy Mountain,Joyous days of my youth,Chasing impossible wolves of the sea,On beach rocks washed by the mighty Atlantic.Happy days tasting of salt & sunshine,
Bertra
In Summer Lanes
Did the souls of boys,Cut down in France,Come home again,To rest in lush ditches,By English country lanes,As bright summer poppies, So, each year unending,Free to dance once more,Joyful remembrance blooms,Heedless of the rush,Of passing motorcars,In home-counties soil, Red now their clothes,Heads sway rejoicing,On wildly weaving stalks,Stout-hearted amid weeds,No brown wilted youth,Inside worn frames, Ebullient life... Continue Reading →
Coaxing the Fire
Coaxing the Fire. The poker methodically at its task,guided by the sure and steady hand,rosy glow of the embers coaxed back to flame,nursed from deathbed to resurrection,throwing warmth out over worn tiles and a grey mottled cat.
Burning Bibs
Burning Bibs.
That moment went fascination and opportunity collide,The wonderment of innocence and a terrible price extracted on a child,Copy cat,flickering flames,melted plastic and pain.
My Father
My Father. I walked on roads and boreen's, And listened in fascination to both word and song, The wisdom of my father and the hymns of the birds. We stopped to marvel at each flower, Counting petals and deciphering leaves, The beauty of Nature and the complexity of life. I miss my Father and I... Continue Reading →
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