Mid Winter;
Mid winter day and the sky is grey with
A mist hanging in the air,
There’s not much reason for content
Except maybe I’m alive so let’s be fair,
The damp gets deep, right through to
My bones making me shiver,
My feet are wet and all of my clothes
Are damp, nothing for me to do but quiver,
But I don’t stand still and stay stuck
On a certain spot,
Getting more wet by the minute then
After a while, just to fall and rot,
I quicken my pace with a destination
In mind,
My only wish is that I manage somehow
To find,
A bench in the shade of an old oak tree,
A tree that’s been there since the beginning of time,
I am the only person in this world who knows
Of its existence, so I call it mine,
It’s where I go to talk and discuss things
With my friends who are there,
They sit beside me and on every branch
Singing away without a care,
I close my eyes and listen to what they
Are saying, “come enter our world if you dare”
So I drift away and go to where the sound
Is leading me,
Right into the heart and soul of this gracious
And everlasting tree,
A place where it’s warm with no feeling
Of been alive at all,
But I am alive and feeling so strong and proud
And standing so very tall,
Then a ray of heat lightens on my face, a heat so strong my heart begins to race,
Then I open my eyes and notice I am
In a different world,
A sunny day with a warming breeze and all around is swaying as if a new dimension has unfurled,
So I get to my feet and start slowly down the hillside,
Into this magical hamlet with all my spirits
By my side.
Anthony Mc Gann. 19/12/2016.10.50am.
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Mid Winter;
Mid winter day and the sky is grey with
A mist hanging in the air,
There’s not much reason for content
Except maybe I’m alive so let’s be fair,
The damp gets deep, right through to
My bones making me shiver,
My feet are wet and all of my clothes
Are damp, nothing for me to do but quiver,
But I don’t stand still and stay stuck
On a certain spot,
Getting more wet by the minute then
After a while, just to fall and rot,
I quicken my pace with a destination
In mind,
My only wish is that I manage somehow
To find,
A bench in the shade of an old oak tree,
A tree that’s been there since the beginning of time,
I am the only person in this world who knows
Of its existence, so I call it mine,
It’s where I go to talk and discuss things
With my friends who are there,
They sit beside me and on every branch
Singing away without a care,
I close my eyes and listen to what they
Are saying, “come enter our world if you dare”
So I drift away and go to where the sound
Is leading me,
Right into the heart and soul of this gracious
And everlasting tree,
A place where it’s warm with no feeling
Of been alive at all,
But I am alive and feeling so strong and proud
And standing so very tall,
Then a ray of heat lightens on my face, a heat so strong my heart begins to race,
Then I open my eyes and notice I am
In a different world,
A sunny day with a warming breeze and all around is swaying as if a new dimension has unfurled,
So I get to my feet and start slowly down the hillside,
Into this magical hamlet with all my spirits
By my side.
Anthony Mc Gann. 19/12/2016.10.50am.