July 27, 2011

Ode to Warrenbayne

Ever onward goes the rushing river
Rising up to meet the sun, so golden
Gliding down it carves the valley open.
Young feet dare cool places; gasp and shiver,
Bold explorers caught in loves bright fever
Traipse the sandy bed until thereupon
Is found a spot where light emboldens
Swimming, sitting, currents fall soft silver –
Hand in hand they chase a brave endeavour

*                      *                      *

And O here grow the years, flow the tears as
Those near and dear go, then fear does follow.
And no desired clear light, so sheer and bright
Will glow ere, night shadows fright mere
Mortals, yet cheers slow fight will win I know

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