I have touched the tip of my past
Not a mere exercise in nostalgic wonder
Rather a journey through England
A cottage paused in time, waiting to be found
Among the green lush stained by past marching grasshoppers
Treading on clear days and nights shake the earth
Black-outs and the wind shakes our flag like a feather
A babies cry is heard in the clear blackness
Their spears are down, bathed in blood
The stars and candles are burnt out embers of heat against the cold
X marks the spot of their guns in the old stone castle
I have come to stake my claim
The village is filled with green wilderness
With blasts from the magic of the sea it waits quietly
The frosted salt on cracked lips and tears give the tongue majestic pleasure
The past has re-visited like family with a tearful reunion
Our country and our family are linked
We know it well and its hold on our loyalties
The further through my journey
The more I want to revisit the past
A vivid picture is born and memoirs come alive
I am home

Laurie Dahl

Laurie Dahl

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