Comments about Barry Silcock
Oak leafed paths, leaf flaked in winter's dress,
Signpost your world to creation's dwellers,
Seed-time and harvest how they rhythm your world,
The Earth remains!
Pulse patterned through with God's cosmic life throb,
Your universe stands as the sun's rays glance upon,
Statuesque trees; naked, colour bereft they stand,
Grasping for light, heat and cold, day to dusk,
Dusk to wind driven night fold,
Summer and winter shall not cease, season your world,
Look up and trace him in the patterns of this world.