Category Archives: Poetry

Visibility Poor

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Five to eight,
Mist outside,
The lighthouse
Foghorn blows
And day tries
To get up.
Airport closed,
Dead taxis
Wait in lines,
No Sunday
Newspapers,
Dull morning.
Black trees in
Grey meadows,
Still cows built
Into mist
Imitate
The foghorn,
Calling down
The Cowman
Wellingtoned,
Great mallet
On shoulder,
To alter
Their tethers.

15th April 1971

For Roger

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The beard is grey and hair now thins apace
Which frames the contours of your Autumn face,
But mind is sharp, the body lither now
And age’s crown sits lightly on your brow.
So go you gently from your working years
To busier ones ahead and shed no tears
For what is past. That worthy task is done
And countless pupils to their futures gone.
Upon the sea a timely zephyr blows
And on the mountains lie eternal snows.
To you, great teacher, wise and laughing friend,
“Ad Multos Annos” is the wish we send.

1998

Where will we be?

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The dandelion seeds have all blown, my Love,
In the meadow down by the marsh,
And another year has all flown, my Love,
In the meadow down by the marsh.

Oh, where will we be when the bare hawthorn tree
Next fills with white may,
Next fills with white may?

The seasons of seeding are shorter each year,
The blossoms less long on the bough,
The days of our Springtime were longer by far.
The Summers more golden than now.

Oh, where will we be when the bare hawthorn tree
Next fills with white may,
Next fills with white may?