Wojja Fink Poems
A Patchwork Of Soul
I stumble on poets whom I’ve not before read
With visions of mountains to climb in my head
Old mysteries to learn buried deep in my heart
Viewed from a mind we’re a long way apart
But the mystery unfolds in a patchwork of art
Eastern light shines in the rhythms of men
Who seemingly travell and come back yet again
They say that it’s true there’s not far to go
If you travel light and forget all that you know
It’s a patchwork of heaven sewn through the ages
Sung by the poets and sat on by Sages
It’s a mystery of words with meanings revealed
When the ...
June in Hythe.
Down in Hythe by the river side
Where the reeds are growing five feet wide
Cherries hang in fruitful tree
In allotments tended lovingly
Swallows glide in harmony
In the meadows by the town.