Michael Edwards

A SIMPLE MAN

 

 

A SIMPLE MAN

 

But little modified by time,

beyond a sea of rare constraint

and far removed from shore and heather,

lay the slopes and wooded hills

where labourers toiled in distant fields

through sleet and snow and sun and rain.

 

Set deep within this vista’s folds

a simple house of slate and stone,

declared by upright pointing stack

where curling smoke reached out

and punctuated hedge and vale

to touch a sheeted sky.

 

His home beneath the mossy slate,

blind circumstances led him there,

In congregations high esteem

a man of opaque piety

who never trod the stony path

which leads to fortunes door.