Wednesday, 26 October 2005

always coming back to the valley, first draft

I am always coming back to the valley:
In my mind I crest the hill a thousand times,
Slowing at the bend.
I see the beech trees dip their skirts in welcome
And I know I have come home.

I am always coming back to the valley-
The ageless, changeless, constant vale.
My roots burrow deep in the rich red earth,
That has cloyed my boots in cold and muddy winter
And coated my skin with gritty dust on hot June days.

I am always coming back to the valley.
My heart and all I am was born here
And here I will return when my time has passed.
The cycles of the seasons turn, and so,
I will always come back to the valley.

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