The Poet Continues…..to walk the walk….

Walking the walk......

I saw a man walking today.
We were in the Chrysler 300c, heading to Aldi’s
Via
The deviation
Because of roadworks on  Canwick Hill.

I was coming to a low level bridge
In Washingborough
And saw him
In and out  of the corner
Of an eye.

Why he registered,
I don’t know for sure.

Went on our way,
Shopped at Aldi’s for £64.08p
And got our deisel at Tesco’s.
With the voucher, we saved over £8.00.

We travelled back towards Nocton
Without a hitch at Cannock Hill.

On the outskirts of Branston,
There he was
Again.

The man at the bridge.
How could he have walked so far?
Where was he going?

He was tall, grey haired, long haired
Curley haired,
Dressed mostly in black.
Looked like an ex-rocker.
Head held high aimed at the Horizon.

Was my flitting feeling of jealousy
Something to do with his purpose and gait?
What gracious thoughts had he magiced
Whilst I had been raiding some shelves.

Did I see a pencil sticking out of his top pocket

© Vernon Goddard.

What a bumper crop we've had this year…..

Hiraeth: the meaning…..

Its not just longing
Its belonging
Its beckoning
Calling
Rejoicing
Singing
From and in and to the hills
And Vales
And Wales.

Its Knowing
In the heart land
Be coming home
Wanting
Yearning
Burning
From and in and to.

Its memory
Fading
And awake
Remembering
The small and tiny
Pebbles on a beach
A summer peach
And speech
The preach of pulpit
From and in and to.

The beauty of a Blue
A mist
A time
Our time
The chime of Llandaff bells
Falling fading
River wading
Waters cascading
The drizzle of a drizsling
Singing gently gently
From and in and to.

The dark deep
Of a Forest sweep
The hollow steep
The hollow weep
Of gathering night
A last  ing sight
Before the flight
To sleep
From and in and to……

Vern September song 2018