As I was
neither going to,
or from,
St.Ives,
Merrymeet,
Pensilva,
or Liskeard;
I found it rather hard
to even begin
to start
setting out,
or returning home,
as, so I’ve heard,
all roads tend to roam.
Morning turns another page;
Eating simple fare, we yearn an age;
Relaxful,
Restful.
Yesterday’s new,
Means little now,
Each update creates
Even more states
To worry the brow.
Don’t fear rebuke, bring your uke!
Come along and sing a song,
– croon a tune!
Recite a poem (or two)
‘you know
it’s what
you want
to do.’
Be a star, strum your air guitar!
Operatic singers aria must!
Dancers twirling!
Magicians wandering!
Ventriloquists – gring your own dummy!
Fire-Eaters…? (all too sadly, no – due to risk of bringing (burning) the house down.
I can hear the bells of Menheniot
ringing out for prayer;
across the fields I hear the knells,
and, soon, I won’t be there.
I can hear the bells of Menheni
a-ringing in my ears;
they call the flock from off the land
to seek comfort for their fears.
I can hear the bells of Menhen
appealing all to come;
the faithful and the sinning soul,
the sentient, and numb.
I can hear the bells of Men
though softer than before,
until at last,
the peals have passed,
and I hear the bells no more.
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I’m chasing butterflies,
though it’s not allowed,
under the auspices
of a wandering cloud.
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The ‘Green’
is seen
as a scene
of calm and serene
moments.
“What are those gulls doing
up in the sky?
They were there yesterday,
they are there today;
and, by-and-by,
they’ll be there tomorrow!”
See here for the photograph that inspired the words – G:)
It’s about the trees,
or the sheep,
or the sky.
Swaying in the breeze;
chewing the Winter feed;
or hanging ominously above us –
you know which is to which.
All together
in one picture
they sit side by side,
juxtapositioned
by Nature.
A little walk on the cool side;
maybe, I would prefer the pool side;
but, upon reflection,
my selection
is just what is needed
to clear away the cobwebs.
The castle I saw can be seen here. G:)
The crumbling ruins
of the cloud castles in the sky
catch my attention
as I walk
and they drift by;
fallen battlements
a testament to many battles fought;
whether lost or won
I know naught.
Graeme Sandford 