My mind crosses south
beyond the confines
of the arboreal
pale light
My mind rests
among the trees
where the summer light
remembers you
My mind rests
among stars
as yet unseen
below the faithful Sirius
Canopus guides
the summer skies
where the mermaid
swims strongly
My mind rests
in the dunes
where the pines sigh
and the surf laments
The daylight lingers
in the far northwest
where age is bearing
down on you
My mind rests
at the midnight hour
but where darkness
does not fall
You remain
and always will be
in my mind in and
beyond this world
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A call
The wind rattles my window
the rain clatters down
not seen the sun
for some days now
The land of trees
is darkened now
no green just black
their boles rear up
An echo from
the far northwest
from whence
these clouds have come
A voice now gone
from the Empire of Stone
reminds me of
the pale blue skies
The land of trees
I shall come back to
after returning
to the far northwest
the rain clatters down
not seen the sun
for some days now
The land of trees
is darkened now
no green just black
their boles rear up
An echo from
the far northwest
from whence
these clouds have come
A voice now gone
from the Empire of Stone
reminds me of
the pale blue skies
The land of trees
I shall come back to
after returning
to the far northwest
The glade
In the sunniest glade
of that quiet corner
where the beech trees
stretch to the sky
I had to say farewell
some years ago
Although but a marker now remains
I will call round
The compass swings round
to point northwest again
in a few days
I'll follow its bearing
But part of me remains
where the trees
meet the sky
at the end of the pathway
to heaven
of that quiet corner
where the beech trees
stretch to the sky
I had to say farewell
some years ago
Although but a marker now remains
I will call round
The compass swings round
to point northwest again
in a few days
I'll follow its bearing
But part of me remains
where the trees
meet the sky
at the end of the pathway
to heaven
Memories
The winds sighs in the needled boughs
The heather bends in the breeze
Yellowed grass of winter
on the dry moorland
The similarity is there
But so is the dissimilarity
No bogs or hags
to trap the unwary
Well paved trails
traverse the moors
the traffic roars
on a distant highway
Out on the moors
wherever they be
my mind wanders free
The freedom of the open sky
A dome of blue
clouds scudding along
the solstice sun
setting in a bed of gold
The unminding traffic
continual in its onward journeys
taking the place of the sea
which has not stopped ever
Not all that were here once
are still around now
their memories remain
in the woods and the moors
Much like in the islands where
they remember those gone on ahead
out at sea or through wizened old age
alive in our memories though
The heather bends in the breeze
Yellowed grass of winter
on the dry moorland
The similarity is there
But so is the dissimilarity
No bogs or hags
to trap the unwary
Well paved trails
traverse the moors
the traffic roars
on a distant highway
Out on the moors
wherever they be
my mind wanders free
The freedom of the open sky
A dome of blue
clouds scudding along
the solstice sun
setting in a bed of gold
The unminding traffic
continual in its onward journeys
taking the place of the sea
which has not stopped ever
Not all that were here once
are still around now
their memories remain
in the woods and the moors
Much like in the islands where
they remember those gone on ahead
out at sea or through wizened old age
alive in our memories though
The German Ocean
The road beckoned
And the roar of the sea
in the distance
beyond the dunes
I was tempted
to walk to the sea
not much further
from where the foxes play
But it's the German Ocean
cold and grey
far away
from the Atlantic shores
The isle of green and white
is washed by it
always luring beyond
the sandy dunes
For those in the northwest
It's only cold
where Davy Jones
holds many in his locker
Fallen to the enemy
when it stalked the
gun metalship grey
seas of the German Ocean
Long have those years
passed - the enemy
now our friend and neighbour
both having learned from old mistakes
The shadow lingers though
where the breakers roar
along the sandy shores
of the Low Countries
And the roar of the sea
in the distance
beyond the dunes
I was tempted
to walk to the sea
not much further
from where the foxes play
But it's the German Ocean
cold and grey
far away
from the Atlantic shores
The isle of green and white
is washed by it
always luring beyond
the sandy dunes
For those in the northwest
It's only cold
where Davy Jones
holds many in his locker
Fallen to the enemy
when it stalked the
gun metalship grey
seas of the German Ocean
Long have those years
passed - the enemy
now our friend and neighbour
both having learned from old mistakes
The shadow lingers though
where the breakers roar
along the sandy shores
of the Low Countries
The forest
An avenue of trees
reaching high into the skies
marching on for many a step
immutable it seems
Their crowns are rustled
by the wind
Their bows sway and creak
As if talking amongst themselves
A uniform carpet underfoot
of rustled brown leaves
A memory
of sunny summer days
I cannot see
beyond their eaves
the wind is that of land
blowing ever further away
Here the sea is to my west
well beyond my line of sight
even the belvedere on top of hill
only shows rivers from afar
reaching high into the skies
marching on for many a step
immutable it seems
Their crowns are rustled
by the wind
Their bows sway and creak
As if talking amongst themselves
A uniform carpet underfoot
of rustled brown leaves
A memory
of sunny summer days
I cannot see
beyond their eaves
the wind is that of land
blowing ever further away
Here the sea is to my west
well beyond my line of sight
even the belvedere on top of hill
only shows rivers from afar
Parallel
From the land of rushlined streams
Broad rivers meandering
below an endless horizon
My mind drifts north
Over the forests
where boar and deer
roam freely,
perhaps too much so
Beyond the dammed sea
and the part-time waters
the isle of white and green
is a stepping stone
To the distant northwest
which beckons from afar
in rainclad grey
with water flowing freely
Reflected in the lowering skies
of the low land of woods
the land of heather
like in the northwest
Broad rivers meandering
below an endless horizon
My mind drifts north
Over the forests
where boar and deer
roam freely,
perhaps too much so
Beyond the dammed sea
and the part-time waters
the isle of white and green
is a stepping stone
To the distant northwest
which beckons from afar
in rainclad grey
with water flowing freely
Reflected in the lowering skies
of the low land of woods
the land of heather
like in the northwest
A different Castle Town
Quickly the cloud obscured
the familiar sights of town
as the plane ascended
away from the airport
The fog curls slowly
among the trees
and buildings
of another Castletown
I'll miss the island's
bleak austere beauty,
from a contrasting landscape
far away from the sea
the familiar sights of town
as the plane ascended
away from the airport
The fog curls slowly
among the trees
and buildings
of another Castletown
I'll miss the island's
bleak austere beauty,
from a contrasting landscape
far away from the sea
The internees
It seemed like such a good idea
Sign up for the reserves
Already at sea most of the time
An old salt could learn new tricks
More out than in past Arnish
Down by the Shiants
Up near Rona
Sidle up to the Atlantic, unbeatable
Go on exercise every once in a while
Get a nice sum every year
A retainer for being ready
To drop all for king and country
Well, they shot that man way out yonder
And now the world's gone mad
I've got to go down to England
Train up for the real shooting stuff
What's this, I'm told, we're in a Division?
Not at sea but on land
Mr Churchill says so, he's our boss
Down to old Antwerp, halt Jerry Hun
Not in your wildest dreams, we're going back west
Where's that train, oh dear we've missed it
The CO says go north, boys
Let's take our luck, head up into Holland
So here we are in the land of the level
An old city, kind folk
They've got as little food as we get
Horsemeat is about the best we can expect
No fighting for us, we're interned
Some have escaped, back to Blighty they went
Others were let out to help with harvest at home
Came back, as they'd given their word
Hurray! war is over, peace for our time
But we haven't really fought, have we
Our kinsmen and friends fell valiantly
Whilst we chewed the cud in the Low Countries
No, won't mention this ever again
Sign up for the reserves
Already at sea most of the time
An old salt could learn new tricks
More out than in past Arnish
Down by the Shiants
Up near Rona
Sidle up to the Atlantic, unbeatable
Go on exercise every once in a while
Get a nice sum every year
A retainer for being ready
To drop all for king and country
Well, they shot that man way out yonder
And now the world's gone mad
I've got to go down to England
Train up for the real shooting stuff
What's this, I'm told, we're in a Division?
Not at sea but on land
Mr Churchill says so, he's our boss
Down to old Antwerp, halt Jerry Hun
Not in your wildest dreams, we're going back west
Where's that train, oh dear we've missed it
The CO says go north, boys
Let's take our luck, head up into Holland
So here we are in the land of the level
An old city, kind folk
They've got as little food as we get
Horsemeat is about the best we can expect
No fighting for us, we're interned
Some have escaped, back to Blighty they went
Others were let out to help with harvest at home
Came back, as they'd given their word
Hurray! war is over, peace for our time
But we haven't really fought, have we
Our kinsmen and friends fell valiantly
Whilst we chewed the cud in the Low Countries
No, won't mention this ever again
The bell tolls
The bell tolls
Hauntingly over the dark moving plain
Fast moving currents of air
and of water
Smash through the doors, flooding
The bell tolls
Its call answered from all corners, echoed
Driven ashore, the boat is stuck fast
The men taken off, on the edge
Taken to safety - the wind still howls
The bell tolls
An alarm call to all
The low tide at high tide level
The barriers stand, but what will hold
Force 12 at springtide flood
The bell tolls
Over torrents of water, flooding
Crumbling barriers, sweeping away all
Islands retaken, the sea reconquers
Lost for centuries, it reclaims within hours
The bell tolls
As dawn breaks, over a sea of death
Houses afloat, byres adrift
Roads washed away, the railway torn up
The tide has turned, but the water remains
The bells ring out their peal, joyously so
The barriers gleam white
Blocking river from the sea, deprived of its spoils
Peace for our time
Can we withstand?
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