Fonthill Bishop Poem by Laurie Dahl

Fresh green of a fern
New mown hay
A mossy bank of brown growth
Rain on dust covered gravel

Fluffy white clouds
Rolling white-capped waves
Winds whistling like a fire siren
White buds on the stone cracks

Pink flowers sprinkled on the green hills
Shining colors of a black and white magpie
A gay heart for singing
Rain and sun in my face and the wind from the south

Now I am free as a bird in flight
Which stone or grassy road shall I take?
Staff for climbing or oars for rowing?
Sun, wind, rain, and the world away from going.