An evening walk
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An evening walk
AN EVENING WALK
The old black kelpie knows the track
and seems exhilarated, as
the day’s last light is fading fast
to shadows in the cooling air.
Across the flats, the ordered fields
are neatly fenced by wire, between
the paddocks where the soil is ploughed
and where the lucerne’s thick and green.
From lush long feed and silage bales,
the cattle graze contentedly,
arranged by skilful farmer’s work
done carefully and patiently.
But high above the narrow road,
the deep expanse of space and sky,
reveals another hand at work,
responsive to a cosmic eye.
Magenta stains and turquoise hues
paint out the sun’s last golden light.
The moon comes up; a floating pearl,
lit up against the deep dark night.
As stars swarm out in millions like
the creatures in an endless sea
their unimagined weaving forms
a coruscating tapestry.
I wonder how the elements,
that move in that eternal plan,
devised the restless longing heart;
and where was love when time began.
I cannot touch the galaxies,
my feet scrape on the stony way
reminding me that I belong
to mundane things that pass away.
But from the vastness infinite,
can that great thought that set it there
know how we walk along the lane,
or notice this old trudging pair.
The old black kelpie knows the track
and seems exhilarated, as
the day’s last light is fading fast
to shadows in the cooling air.
Across the flats, the ordered fields
are neatly fenced by wire, between
the paddocks where the soil is ploughed
and where the lucerne’s thick and green.
From lush long feed and silage bales,
the cattle graze contentedly,
arranged by skilful farmer’s work
done carefully and patiently.
But high above the narrow road,
the deep expanse of space and sky,
reveals another hand at work,
responsive to a cosmic eye.
Magenta stains and turquoise hues
paint out the sun’s last golden light.
The moon comes up; a floating pearl,
lit up against the deep dark night.
As stars swarm out in millions like
the creatures in an endless sea
their unimagined weaving forms
a coruscating tapestry.
I wonder how the elements,
that move in that eternal plan,
devised the restless longing heart;
and where was love when time began.
I cannot touch the galaxies,
my feet scrape on the stony way
reminding me that I belong
to mundane things that pass away.
But from the vastness infinite,
can that great thought that set it there
know how we walk along the lane,
or notice this old trudging pair.
Last edited by Neville Briggs on Sat Sep 13, 2014 8:20 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Neville
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Re: An evening walk
That's lovely Neville, you big old softie you. I especially like the second stanza and the idea of the moon as a floating pearl. Noice, very noice.
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Re: An evening walk
What is Noice ?
Very well done Neville,
Cheers Bob
Very well done Neville,
Cheers Bob
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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Re: An evening walk
Thanks Matt, Heather, Bob. You are right Matt, it's an old one posted before but I have worked on it in a few places, I am still not 100% satisfied but I think it goes better now.
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Re: An evening walk
Great stuff Nev, enjoyed it, well done.
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That was a delight to read Neville - thank you for sharing it 

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Re: An evening walk
Love this Neville - beautiful imagery, and it gave me goosebumps.
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Thanks for the comments Catherine. 

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Bet it has been a while since you gave a young lady goosebumps Neville
Take em while you cam mate.
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