Category Archives: Autumn

The Thought Walk

The Fall-leaf —
Can you hear it crunch
Beneath your walking boots?

The River —
Can you hear it sing
Joyful as it leaps?

The West wind —
Can you hear it whisper
Mellow through the trees?

The Ocean —
Can you hear it roar
Softly in your mind?


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The Garden

I dreamt and in my dream I saw
A garden fair behind a door,
The seat of rest from toil and war.

Within, the streams unending flow
And dryads make the bowers grow
As starry hosts above them glow.

By day th’eternal sunlight shines
And flowers bloom as mystic signs,
While water falls on eglantines.

The lark his morning song uplifts
While Philomel her faery gifts
By night unburthens, as the swifts

Their aerie dance for me perform.
This peaceful place no ghastly storm
Can mar, nor broil nor quake deform.

No fetter, bond nor cruel chain
There was to drag me hence again
For there delight and freedom reign,

While under shady eaves I lay.
At last – no more demands t’obey
No interruptions, just the play

Of wind and light in leafy green
No longer mankind’s tiresome spleen,
But free to be alone, unseen.

And in my dream I dreamt I sought
To see if here were missing aught
For as I ’gan to take some thought,

This place of peace, eternal rest
No longer seemed so perfect, blest
That slowly I grew worried lest

My garden should itself undo.
Then on its gates in ivory hue
I found engraved these letters true:

Who first considers neighbours foes
Will banish friends and love also.

And though ’twas filled with fancies nice,
My garden’s walls were deathly ice
To make a selfish paradise.

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Wolstonbury Hill

Steep-sloped earth-walled    storm-beaten hill top,
Weather has worn you,    wars have ravaged
Your ancient sanctuary,    safe place in anarchy
And uncertain times.    Sober chieftains
Of the Down Dales,    their doom unwitting,
Ruled on your heights,    holding sway over
The rolling green;    rising and waning
As their fathers before.    Feast and sacrifice,
Year by year since    yore, returned to
The heroeshall    on hill of chalk.
Your virgin maidens,    from morning dance returning,
Their heads crowned and    crested beautifully
With orchid headdress:    awed and shyly
To their elders glancing;    Your glades of oak,
Where maying lovers    met early by dawn;
Your raised unwrought    ring of eldstones
Where forest and field    folk held mootings,
Are all gone, long gone,    lost in history –
Yesteryear’s unknown.
                                                       And yet – when wind
Blows blustering o’er    your battled peak,
I hear an unseen    hillsong singer;
The haunting voice of    your vigilant past.

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Over There

Over there, over that hill
lies a vast land that’s still
undiscovered, my son,
heresay that rivers run
like black, black peat
while mists take their seat
on the moors and bogs
full of bogmen and trogs
heresay that strange
creatures still range
upon those moors
only heresay, of course
The hind and the hare
they’ve lived over there
where they sleep
no shadows creep
perhaps only a bear, astray,
who’s lost his way
Imagine, following that path
perhaps, my son, to the end of the earth
Oh, just keep on following that track
before you know it, spring’ll be back

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