When Green Hill led to Highcliff Nab Up from Kemplah Fields, Then when all my world was young And all was meant to be, Life was enriched by Nature’s call; The world was one to me.
Now, when old age has taken youth And life resolves in retrospection, Those childhood days become intense, The fount of my reflection.
I feel, I touch, the close-knit turf That dressed the hills I trod. The waves of bracken still haunt my mind As if bespoke of God, And heather, clothing moor and dale, Purpling the timeless scene, Rekindles every hope I have Been granted in the life I’ve seen.
In the private life of my mind I am blind To all else But myself It is where I live And give To no one
Escaping pain Selfish thoughts reign I disdain Those interruptions Reality’s incursions Into my fenced off realm Where exist no qualms Other than those I truly own Unknown To all save me
For here I am free Disconnected From my overt life My true self’s bed On which I have bled A thousand wounds Unstaunched But healed within This inner cache Hard ego shell Learned defence Against reality And the imperative thrust of time and circumstance Looking always for That memory trace That state of grace To which I aspire.