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Howling Bloody Hell
Homage to Marcus Slease
ARCHETYPE Sonnet No. 42
Guernica
Love of Rarest Vintage
Once Upon A Lifetime
Overtones of Holmes
Life's Indelible Beat
Sonnet No. 36–Citation
Chained Tears
Ode to a Bookshop
A Grain of Sand
Europe's Decline
Celtic Vibrations
L'Oeuvre
Morning Mists
Cymru (Wales)
Old Men of My Village
Salt of the Earth
Windy Frenzy
Recognition
Where the Hand, Human, Went
Sensations
A Love Song
The Chess players
Love Is So Unwise
The Triple Muse
Spring Rain
Winter Sunset
Always 'There'
Angels in the Sky
Imperishable Essence
Worlds
Urge of Creation
Paris
Collector's Items
Child of Delight
Cleaning out Attics
The Artist
Love's Sublime Echo
No Borders
Honest Song's Measure
Sappho's Echo
Fullest Moon
Sonnet No. 19
Links
The Lovers
Mythologies & Deities
Overtones of Robert Frost
Sonnet No. 9

OLD MEN OF MY VILLAGE

There they stood, day in, day out,
with peaked caps and clay pipes
fishing from the old 'pont' for eels
while wishing a fat trout:
Old men of my village.

There they once blazed,
pillars of wisdom, strong:
upon their bold bridges
telling tales over and long:
Old men of my village.

Many waters crossed
many lands covered
none seem so wise or lost,
as that where moss gathers:
Old men of my village.

Panmelys 1978