I remember when I was a tree

A great oak born in middle ages

Strong, with a thousand branches

Up an Edgworth hill, and solitary.

The wind was my sole company

Blowing unknown fragrances

Reminiscence of the Irish sea

Children laugh fading into silence.

A long drift into melancholy

Rooted to loneliness, until

The magic day you flew uphill

And delicately rested on me.

I woke up a grown man

Free to sail and run and play

But I lost you this very day

For I was a fool, deaf and blind.

Will I ever see you again?





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