The sun rises over this hallowed land
And in its golden stare
Is reavealed the splendour of ages past
A time of myth and wonder
That all too soon was swept away
By the rampaging soul that is time.
And now I shed a tear
For I saw the fire in the dragon's eyes
And I know that those moments are lost
In the fleeting mists of time
Never will they come again,
Treasured memories now all that remains.
(This poem was written by my Dad and I love
it so much I had to include it here.)
Phasels Wood
The may blossom is bright across my favourite field;
The last rays of evening sun
Cast deep shadows from the tall oaks.
Each year,
For an all to brief moment,
The scence comes to me
And then I wonder
Why I ever went away.
All of life's mysteries
Rolled out in newly mown grass.
Submerged
In a late evening chorus
Of birdsong and breeze.
Catching moments
That can't be held captive
Regret and the passage of time
Ever recurring themes.
-Rowan Brown, May 95
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