Jan 212016
By Tom Shepherd.
| I‘m often at my best when I’m alone A cairn or tree behind my back my throne The sun to be my hearth and to my ears Soft wind amongst the grass gathered courtiers. . It’s here I best hear both my mind and heart To be myself, not play another’s part Where racing thoughts can finally be stilled And a desire of peace truly be filled. |
Bird song the brightest natural fanfare Breezes bring gifts of nature scented air A changing tapestry of life is shown Each day to me as I sit on my own. . But should the black dog herald gathering cloud And silence alarm by growing ever loud The arms of friends and of my family Can shelter me more than could cairn or tree. |
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Your account of one of your hikes once took me to the top of Kerloch – I felt I was climbing with you the stone-strewn path through the trees. Now, I’m sitting down beside you in contemplation, and I am moved by the beauty of your poetry.