|
our river
by Peter Humphreysthe furrows of the land
were enfolded by mist
as the furrows on our brows
disappeared
as we kissed
it had been a long journey
as we flowed from hardy mountain
through forests dark
to gently winding plain
and shallow sea
we had left
the glaring light
on Nephin's peak
through alien conifer
whose lines failed
to kill our meanders
and then the sigh
of open meadow lands
where we were blessed
by God's own light again
we are the children
of the world
adults yet unformed
clear eyed
flowing
streaming
knowing
learning
why water
flows downhill
the furrows of the land
are still
enfolded by the mist
as the furrows on our brows
do yet disappear with a kiss
09/30/2009 Posted on 09/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/30/09 at 10:51 PM You've a way with tenderness. This is a delightful poem. And you always seem to speak of those strong natural resources that are Irelands. That strength and passion is always a terrific combination. Thanks. |
| 
