Law Common Road
On the way
To Cartworth Moor
Past the heather clad
Lands of the reservoir
Past the heathen led
Shooting grounds
Law Common Road
What does it mean
Is it a law
Which marks this as the way
To common ground
Not a place
To be shot at
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Law Common Road
On the way
To Cartworth Moor
Past the heather clad
Lands of the reservoir
Past the heathen led
Shooting grounds
Law Common Road
What does it mean
Is it a law
Which marks this as the way
To common ground
Not a place
To be shot at
Into the imaginary
As if the elbow on the knee
Would help the thoughts
To first bring the smile
Followed by a beautiful stirring
Of the heart
The spirit and the soul
How many have fallen away
How many have stayed the course
Yet this one room; home
As it will have been called before
Away from the imagination
As if the balls of the feet
Would follow the pathway
To first say thanks for the smile
Followed by beauty recurring
In the soul
The spirit and the heart
Shrouded by the mist of the green
The curious case
Of parcels arriving
Such are the wonders of rising early
In the light of the soft glow
Overheard communications
Each and every which way
Acknowledge the beauty of keeping in touch
There is a box in the shed
With a name I ought to know
I will go investigate shortly
But for now I aim to simply sit
Sit in that new found freedom
Not known for quite a long while
Such is this love of the time
To appreciate the arrival of morning
You may soon be rising
You may have risen already
Either way let us hope
Your day welcomes you
With open arms
I myself am closing down
Listening to dark time music
Catching me with its chasms
You may soon be leaving
You may have left already
This or that, let it be
Soul and spirit
Activate mind and body
This moving-on lark
It is a tiresome old affair
Whichever way I look at it