Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Ninetieth Birthday - Poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas

-->

You go up the long track
That will take a car, but is best walked
On slow foot, noting the lichen
That writes history on the page
Of the grey rock. Trees are about you
At first, but yield to the green bracken,
The nightjars house: you can hear it spin
On warm evenings; it is still now
In the noonday heat, only the lesser
Voices sound, blue-fly and gnat
And the stream's whisper. As the road climbs,
You will pause for breath and the far sea's
Signal will flash, till you turn again
To the steep track, buttressed with cloud.

And there at the top that old woman,
Born almost a century back
In that stone farm, awaits your coming;
Waits for the news of the lost village
She thinks she knows, a place that exists
In her memory only.
You bring her greeting
And praise for having lasted so long
With time's knife shaving the bone.
Yet no bridge joins her own
World with yours, all you can do
Is lean kindly across the abyss
To hear words that were once wise.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers


Comments about Ninetieth Birthday by Ronald Stuart Thomas

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/30/2017 8:12:00 PM)

    Across the abyss
    Nice work...... Thanks for sharing..... (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Seamus O' Brian (1/30/2017 11:07:00 AM)


    Like a walk in the countryside, this piece moves gently toward its narrative purpose, but weaves a profoundly stirring tapestry that remains in the thoughts long after the walk is done. Beautifully executed. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/30/2017 10:22:00 AM)

    Kindly
    Her memory. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (1/30/2017 6:01:00 AM)


    great skill in writing (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/30/2017 2:59:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a nice scenic poem about being old and living in the clouds. (Report) Reply

Read all 5 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: history, car, memory, woman, house, green, lost, sea, world, time, women, tree



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



[Report Error]