Trow Quarry Poem by Paul Reed

Trow Quarry

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The grass seemed reborn in it's green
Having been warmed and defrosted
By the midday sun and now in a scene
That the ice no longer accosted

The eerie call of oystercatchers rang
Round the gnarled and bleak quarry sides
But only a fleeting gift to my ears
Before drifting away with the tides

Oft times before my feet imprinted this grass
With faithful dog and hopes set too high
But time since fleeting in it's swift pass
The dog in heaven and my hopes all awry

Strange, how the ghostly memories still hung
As the North Sea lay remorseful and dull
How yesteryear's dog barks still rung
In the quarry's ethereal lull

I stood there briefly emboldened
By the greatness of the space beyond
My warm escaping breath fast coldened
By the winter's chilling magical wand

The sky looked down, no longer brightened
As the modest sun started to slip
Below rooftops and the grass again whitened
In frosty hands with their bejewelled grip

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 26 November 2016

Of The space beyond! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Billsborough 13 May 2016

pets we remember too. thanks for sharing Tom Billsborough

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