John Staveley Poems
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Somewhere In My Past
Somewhere in my past I spoke to horses
And listened to them argue about god,
I walked with them and ran though their grasses.
At other times, I’ve ambled among trees,
Or slept a while in an English garden
Or even tried to swim in stormy seas.
You must be careful swimming near the shore
Where the water lies on its intention.
When caught out, you don’t trust it anymore;
The sea regrets it all, at night it cries:
Because it’s lost the measure of connection:
For all the damage that it does with lies.
Once I tried to sing with the dawn ...