Treasure Island

Martin Swords

(9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

The Valley Of The Two Lakes


Walk slowly,
In slowly slanting sun
Down the Valley of the Two Lakes

Listen,
At rocks edge, ripples
Like a cat lapping

Watch,
As lazy heron casts
A fishy eye

All is quiet
All is still
In the Valley of the Two Lakes.

A Round Tower dizzy
Clicks and whirring
Picture everything
Picture the peace
Click the calm
Shout about the quiet
Record Replay Forget
Move on and never know

The sweet nothing
That is everything
In the Valley of the Two Lakes.

The Hermits knew
When they found it,
That nothing

But the Hand of God
Quietly touched
The Valley of the Two Lakes

Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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