Paddy J. P. Harris
Paddy J. P. Harris Poems
|41.||No Paean For Him||1/28/2010|
|42.||Pale Lady Moon||11/16/2008|
|43.||Do Not Tread Down That Tall And Golden Wheat||11/17/2008|
|44.||Summer Solstice At Stonehenge||11/9/2008|
|46.||The Lost Dream||11/9/2008|
|47.||The Fallen Leaves||11/14/2008|
|48.||Already The Tree On The Mountain||11/17/2008|
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Why stand you there proud megaliths?
So stony faced and grim.
All back to back and looking out
Hiding the truth within.
Your folded arms and old grey eyes,
And deeply rooted feet,
So long defied your enemies
You have no friendly greet.
We all walk round out of your reach,
Except those trained few
Who you allow to come inside,
‘Cause they’re as grey as you
I wonder if you have forgot?
You are so very old.
If time has supped your memories,
And your story stays untold.
Sleep trees, sleep bushes, sleep a restful sleep
And wait for spring, or sleep for evermore
For who’s to know if summer will return.
River sleep a swollen winter sleep.
Let deepest currents form a dreaming flow
Of thoughts that knew a simple summer joy.
Just give those memories a taste, then with
Those leaves you carry on your back,
Release them in the ever wakeful sea,