Art taken from Pinterest: Artist is unknown, but references the initials and date of “SJC 78”
Imposingly stands in time Cheam while,
From under a thin lay’r of frost morning
Whispers. Leafless trees, naked nests, mourning
Voices of old along the way knit, mile
After mile, the untold stories rustling
In the wind. Silently the Hope trickles
Into the woods; shhh! perching bald eagles
Sharpen their claws. I’m awed. Life’s a fledgling,
Forev’r hidden in the tender bosom
Of God. My heart tugs at each by-and-by;
I gasp for a breath of fresh air—a wry
Smile slips—ah! life-and-death in full blossom.
A fleet of geese arrows; above, the sky
Elates in canorous honks. But Heaven
Is silent, and dark distances raven
On heavy-lad’n souls that have gone awry
In the great migrations. Tenuous years lie
Under the skirts of the Fraser. One, two, …
How many more’n haste will that course pursue?
How many more with bleeding hearts will cry?
Under a thin layer of ice morning
Whispers. A forlorn goose, woe! lags behind
An aborning autumn. It numbs my mind.
Ay me! a life-time—an hour’s running.
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