Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 35,573 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

If I Were To Be Old, As Old As The Grey Hills - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

If I were to be old, as old as the grey hills
That every even line the red of dusk
Then many more a line of the Muse’s inspiring
Would I on my harp with my pen sing.

Old as the trees as those that grave-yards line
Or brave the winds aloft some mossy hill
Or rising buried above some olive dale
In Greece or southern lands of content warm.

And therefore will I pray that be I be as old
As the sea-waves that make Ocean resound
On the sea-shores of distant desert lands:

Then will I sing my heart and the long tide
Of my emotions rise with the sea-waves
And Father Ocean chant every accent.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 14, 2011

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