(Ballnoe, County Down, Ireland)
I walk along this country road,
Overgrown with tangling weeds,
Lost and abandoned-
Now in the company of trees.
I remember when it used to dance,
To the sound of children’s games,
Snowball fights in winter;
Or sheltering from the summer rain.
I find the old scarred willow tree,
Where once we carved our names,
And wonder, where are they now?
All scattered to the winds.
The songbirds are still singing,
Undisturbed now, by racing feet;
The silence is enhanced by them,
As if nature found its peace.
I am the intruder-
So I steal silently away,
Before I break the magic spell,
Of those far off distant days.
© Fingleton (Août 2016) (Löst Viking)