Borth

Borth

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

 

You ask me, where would I wish to lie
When this life has done with me,
When the deed is done and the battle won
Or lost, as the case may be,
When my heart is full in the race to ride
And my eyes have drunk their fill,
Then take me back to the land I loved
In the days I yearn for still.
 
For there I'll live once more the days
Of a carefree, laughing child,
I'll smell the new-baked morning bread
And remember how we smiled,
I'll hear the sea come thundering in
Its tide upon the land,
And there, with the grace of the Lord above
I'll hold my father's hand.
 
I'll see my mother, as she was,
Lord how the years have flown,
Her hair the colour of shepherd's dawn;
The Welsh will know their own.
My sister, close as we were, but now
We may well be again,
When the tide of life has passed us by
And our moon is on the wane.
 
My brother's first few faltering steps
Were taken along the sand,
Many's the memory he enjoys
Of a green and beautiful land,
Though we both set off for the outside track
To carry our swags so free,
It's nice to pause on a winter's day
To stroll through a memory.
 
Remember the squawk of the sea-bound gulls
And the sharp, salt tang of the sea,
And the cliff-top farm, and the attic barn
And the calf named after me?
Where the monument looked out over all
On the Aberwennel side,
And the stream that must be flowing still
With the cliff so close beside.
 
You ask me, where would I wish to lie
When this life has done with me,
Just take me back from the outside track
And over the heaving sea,
Then drive me on through the countryside
'Til you see the coast of Wales,
And look for Borth, where the children laugh
And the old men swill their ales,
Where the sea meets up with the sandy shore
And the soaring seagulls scream,
I'll take my rest of the race to ride
And find my childhood dream.
 
David Lewis Paget

© 2012 David Lewis Paget


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A lilting and soaring poem...memory grows sharp when everything else dulls...we look for the land of childhood when the future turns dark...

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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