ages of a man

as a child
my parents' conceived
me here
amidst the heather beds
beneath
the sheltering beech

as a boy
I lay upon Corstorphine Hill
the moss beneath my back
my world spread
at my feet

here I became
a man
as crows prepared
their nests
and bullfinch,
robin, wren looked on
beneath the hawks' relentless gaze
eddying
we came

now as I sit
upon that gorsy brow
and look down
to where
those dearest lie
beside the old stone Kirk
my heart soars
as ne'er before
my child became this man
and far upon
the Pentland Hills
a shadow casts
its darkening fan
as my cloud
flies past
through heaven



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 09:51

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Esti D-G
Lovely write, I could feel the wind in my hair!
luvestix
2008-04-29


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Peter this is a wonderful nostalgic text and for me it has that air of A E Houseman or even R S Thomas well done rgds Mike
2008-04-29


Rob Graber
Touchingly done, with your special touch...
2008-04-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Kath, this is very moving and touching - nature and man - the passing of time.

Elle x
2008-04-28


kath
Your words moved me deeply... your poem is amazing and heart felt.

Take care of the man that you became....

best wishes
katherine
2008-04-28