Silvers of Past

P. Beare

A journey to pass

Delve for a connection

Where we all came from

Now scattered to four corners

Of earth, now over packed with humanity.


First look dawns with compresses ages

Mountains tall rising into misty clouds

With bracken waters, brown trickling

Under stone bridges rebuilt against time.

The wind is master here while the land

Is encircled with relentless northern seas

Slashing waves into crumbling cliffs

Overseeing sky and ocean plunders.


The cities hold history lie a library 

Unfolded in stones and mortar

Paths wandering without direction

Paced tight with centuries.


In the moors, hamlets isolated

Purposefully, strangers frowned on

Politics and religion have warred for centuries.

Clans, identity lost to the

conquerors from the south.


  • Author: P. Beare (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2023 12:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Connections
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