Age family obelisk in our village cove Church yard, Stone chiseled of voice and soul forever silent, Scarcely a name and rank where missed inscribed, Of a vanished hero who lies here not with our Island, Four score and more your folk and kin here long buried, But you forever gone to distant battle of…
All life’s journey; a long, convoluted road,<br /> Deeds; voice; once planted, too late; well done? <br /> Thus commenced, consequently to be ultimately sowed.<br /> <br /> Grown then sowed, hence then only to reap,<br /> Thus harvested, forever, to remember when?<br /> Can’t hide, as sand, through open fingers seep.<br /> <br />…
The garden once played beside with grazing stock, These many long years forever gone, Inherited piecemeal by sleepy suburbia, with house, garage and modern manicured lawn. From out of the east of the immortal north Atlantic A fresh breeze arises gently to whisper quiet and fair A tender summer caress to my warm damp brow…
