Michael Edwards

THE ANCIENT LAND

 

 

THE ANCIENT LAND 

 

Far wide across this journeyed land

unseen marine in margin lies

beyond the blue-grey mountain band

where screeching gulls declare domain

 

And with the bending of the eye

from points of vantage over folds

where sweeps of mist and vagueness lie

beneath the mountains rise and fall

 

Throughout this vista racing gales

breathe hitherward across the steep

with changing light upon the vales

displaying stress of natures call

 

Bestowed at night by unseen moon

a melancholic radiance

and through it all the path long hewn

a link in landscapes ageless form.

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © October 2017