LOOKING DOWN
We stood there as sentinels
as we had so many times before,
sharing shadows and looking down.
Warm breezes blew
playing tunes through the leaves.
My eyes swept the stumbling hills,
and combed the hedge-hemmed fields.
I saw the banks of the silvered river
with its quivering reflections
of the tumbling walls
where my memories began,
where I took my first breath.
We stood there as sentinels
reunited after all those years
my friend - the noble oak - and I.