by Messan Foley
From the rare cloudless sky of July
Above all shines the disc down on me.
The slow wind, the singing leaves and
The smell of purity flirt with my senses.
On this snaky road to some remote place
I am walking collecting dwelling memories:
The cattle and the sheep up on the hill
Synchronize me with the time past.
The wooden bridge under my feet,
The rippling stream down beneath
Bear my soul to his old source.
Refreshed by this eternal summer of home,
The shirt now slung over my shoulder
Like in some of my old school days.
It dawns on me, at the end of the journey
In this warm afternoon here in the Highlands,
That a new past will be remembered
Dwelling memories
© Copyright: Лика Гай, 2012
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