The water carrier...

For joep with love. 


A poem written for joep by a friend of AP's, Nollaig O'Donnell.  

The Truth of the Imagination. 

What view is this?
What do I see?
The water flows beside the trees. 
The mountains rise from the lake-side edge. 

My gaze ascends this mixed-green wedge.

And standing high on mountain top, 
My mind stands tall - my thoughts to stop.

I face the breeze;my eye-lids drop. 

I taste the water in the air.
I hear the birds - their call to pair. 
I stoop to touch the rugged grass. 
I feel the Earth in my small grasp. 

And opening, wide, my eyes once more;
I find I haven't left the shore.

To ford the lake, and scale the heights;
Imagination will, in truth, 
Take flight!


And then we had an icecream tribute.  See today's extra photo.