Return to the Wolds
A gentle breeze now blows across the fields, I see the weeping branches gently sway - And hear the rustling leaves above my head, And now, the wafting scent of new-mown hay. Here dappling shadows cast by leaves above, And bluebells, cowslips and ferns my path adorn; Across the fields I view the hazy vale, And in the breeze the gently waving corn. And there, from distant Wolds, a pair of kites, Above they wheel and glide, to and fro; With them, on eagles’ wings I would rise, High above to view my past below. Behind me now the calm and peaceful copse, And slowly down the narrow lane I stroll; I hear the rooks return above the trees, There they circle and screech – so raucous their call! My thoughts now turn to many years ago, When, so young, I walked along this lane; And heard the rooks above encourage and urge, Let nothing, they cried and screamed, my life constrain. What happened, you ask, so many years ago? Youthful dreams I had - to me, so real; A summer’s day and down the lane I traipsed, Above, the rooks continued to shriek and wheel. So young I was, so rakish, youthful and spry, Towards Etton Pasture I walked, in sun so bright; “Good Morning Sir!” I greet a man so old, Hunched upon the bench, with hair so white. Up he looked and smiled - so strange I felt, And scared I was, but felt I knew him well; He beckoned “Come sit by me!” he urged, I was tense – but why? - I could not tell. He frowned - “Beware of life to come.” he rasped, Dismayed and shocked! Why this on me inflict? And up I got, so worried, and off I strode, What did he know of me to so predict? Years have passed and on that bench I sit, And contemplate what life’s produced for me; So calm and tranquil now in older years, A life fulfilled, complete, a life so free. So back I lean, so peaceful now …. But then - Down the lane I hear a youth draw near; Our eyes connect, a smile, but then no more, He seemed familiar, but why? - to me unclear. Who was he? I wonder – as off he strolls, But back I lean and fuss and care no more; But sit and savour the view of distant Wolds, And watch the kites above circle and soar. I have slightly amended this version of the poem, having had some good advice from Pierre - thank you!
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