If
days were years |
John
Fryer |
I
was born 24,512 days ago today
If
days had been years instead
I
would have arrived in the ice age
Preceding
history?
Well
no, but ahead of man.
If
days had been weeks instead
I
would have arrived much later still
Three
thousand five hundred years ago
The
year chocolate was born to drink.
Perhaps
the Druids drank it
Since
they built Stonehenge that year
If
days had been months instead
I
would have been born even later still
Eight
hundred and seventeen years ago
As
Richard the Lion heart set off boldly
On
his third Crusade
If
we could choose our time instead
We
would know the cosmic ways.
Would
we feel the cold of the ice age?
Down
that first chocolate shake
Assist
the Druids intentions
Live
through a battle on the third crusade
What
a prospect
What
a thought
2008
|
It
is in the stillness of the night
That
I remember you
It
is when the oyster catcher cries
That
your face comes to mind
And
I see you as a child
It
is in the keening of the wind
That
I hear you laugh
It
is when the sun rises in the east
And
lights up your empty bed
That
tears prick my eyes
These
quiet times are the worst
Noise
was your last memory
Mad,
frenetic, noise; and now
The
pipers bring you home
To
the quiet of the Western Isles
So
far from that hell for men
Called
Hellmand
You
can rest here Robbie
Each
night at the going down of the sun
Neither
we nor Kintra will forget
September
2009
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