TIMELESS

[Rod Walford]

TIMELESS

© Rod Walford


Today I strolled upon the shore
Where Grandad walked in days of yore;
Along its sandy, glossy sheen
Where once his imprint would have been.

And thereupon I did behold
‘Twas here, when I was two years old
I dangled from his sturdy hands
In gleeful awe of foaming sands.

So timeless now, this scene appears
It’s altered not these fifty years
Nor hundreds….thousands gone before
As restless wave greets silent shore.

Still endless rolling surf she brings
Now to my little son she sings.
I held him in her gentle lee,
The way my Grandad once held me.

As every wavelet’s dying throes
Washed tiny grains between my toes
I thought perhaps that in his day
For every grain, a pebble lay.

Eroded now by sea and rock
And pendulum of tidal clock,
Its pulsing rhythm, all abounding
In softest kiss, or anger pounding.

I pondered what it all may mean;
Our ocean’s mighty time machine.
Where pebbles, hardened flat or round,
By rolling surf to sand are ground.

From rock to stone to pebbled grain
To sand, and back to rock again.....
As, in our turn, we surely must
Become as ashes........ dust to dust.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Beautiful word pictures drawn here Rod - nicely done

[Shelley Hansen]

Very poignant word-picture, Rod!

Love this bit:

As every wavelet’s dying throes
Washed tiny grains between my toes

I'm wiggling my toes as I type!!

Cheers, Shelley

[r.magnay]

That's great Rod, 'specially' to an ol' ex pat desert dweller like me.

[alongtimegone]

Great piece Rod. I was walking with you.
Wazza

[Heather]

A beautiful poem. I wonder how we missed that one. It was posted in April 2014 and I don't think Rod has been on the site for a long time.

Heather