Catch the Wind (9th Day Series..Last poem)

Catch the Wind (9th Day Series..Last poem)

A Poem by John Anthony Fingleton


On the 9th day I found the valley,
Fields of gold as far as
I could see.
The stream that had been
Born in the trickles of rain
Carved a route towards
The lake,
This in turn robbed
The first dancing rays
Of sunlight.
Which waltzed with grace on the
Lone cabin on the shore.

All day I circled the rim,
Searching for the descending road
The path that I believed existed.
But found none.
As night fell
I listened to the valley
Play on the harp strings
Of the stream.
Watching the cabin lights go dim.

Next morning a veil of mist
Disguised the valley
Like a cloud held softly by the wind,
Ready to float and disperse
Into nothing.

I rode away
Never to return -
Never wanting to destroy
The dream,
Or attempt to
Try and catch the wind.

© 2015 John Anthony Fingleton


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John Anthony Fingleton
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John Anthony Fingleton
John Anthony Fingleton

Gommenec'h, Cote-d'Armor, France



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Been writing on and off all my life.....mainly poems, plays and songs..... I came here to escape other places. more..

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