Among the nordic hills
where wild waterfalls
resound
and flowers cling
in the cracks
of granite rocks
mosses carpet
the forest floors
in moon or sunlight
tall firs make
revolving sundials
telling time
time that's now
and time that's past
time to see
what life it was
being me
among those
with foreign tongue
at home
for home for me
was where I felt
the now
as now it is gone
its meaning
stretched into forever now
no longer when
but then
Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th July 2016
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Among the nordic hills
where wild waterfalls
resound
and flowers cling
in the cracks
of granite rocks
mosses carpet
the forest floors
in moon or sunlight
tall firs make
revolving sundials
telling time
time that's now
and time that's past
time to see
what life it was
being me
among those
with foreign tongue
at home
for home for me
was where I felt
the now
as now it is gone
its meaning
stretched into forever now
no longer when
but then
Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th July 2016
I aint dead yet though!!
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