Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Ice Age - Poem by Richard George

A thousand steps above the valley
April is winter:
But Offa's gale harangues me on,
Deafens misgiving.

Leaves of snow gather,
Shroud tracks with silence.
Retreating from safety,
I pad like Scott or Shackleton
And look back; lost.
In fog's winding-sheet, I stagger
But something guides me down along
Its blind man's stick; a hedgerow.

Here, the land remembers
Glaciers, dog-tooth rocks
Gouging geology.
Brambling birds busy me home
To Anno Domini.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2005



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