Bob Oldfield Poems
He's Here! (Ode To A New Grandson)
He's out of hiding
And ready to face the world
He's joined the race.. the human one..
He's switched apartments
More elbow room
A chance to run off steam
Go out and beat the world
He's been training for this
And now he's here
And ready to go
Go, Eli, go!
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
As did those who were injured and dying
Slumped unceremoniously in mud-filled trenches
Craving for the warmth of a home-fire burning
But there was none
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
And fingers, numb of feeling like brittle twigs
Twisted at the end of slowly rotting branches.