Whirling Forever
Whirling forever — the air from the sea!
Eddying forces that shake the old tree,
Rain clouds despondently cover the bay,
Here at the farm where I stay.
Elements whistle and bluster and swoop,
Down from the heaven, a boisterous troop,
Battering grasses and heather in force,
Recklessly eager their course.
Here are the stones that my forefathers laid,
Pasted in mortar, so skillfully made,
As the descendant, I tarry with pride,
All that I own is inside.
Lavender bushes perfume the estate,
Greeting my nostrils; so faithful they wait,
Rendering colour with subtle finesse,
Purple and violet impress.
Ospreys and gannets and terns fill the sky,
Singing and calling and wheeling so high,
Here at the edge of forever I dwell,
Under a natural spell.
Mark the elation that rises in me,
Here as I witness the shimmering sea,
All the blue pallette is surely my balm,
Mesmerised under the charm.
Decades again I will trace the long tides,
Rising and falling as sorrow abides,
I cannot purge the wry ghost of despair,
White are the tufts of my hair.
Haunted forever but glad of my life,
Lost in each new variation of strife,
Formed by the heaven and sent to the earth,
Witnessing anger and mirth.
ADL
adamdaniel 