Tracks of Time by Martin Edwards

Beneath this grassy landscape lies

The ancient walks of men,

Beneath their stride they swept across

These fields of hope eternal,

Amongst the palette of nature’s hue

Of ambient green and skyward blue,

Sheer joy in all that they could do

In spirit of aspiration.

 

Before the birth of my first spring

They felt that warming breeze,

And summer inspiration drew

Their eyes to this horizon.

Then with autumn came the fall

And the crushing of the gold,

On sodden earth where ravens rake

And worms of truth unfold.

 

Into darkness, short of day,

Onto the hinterland,

Revealing misty cold regret

By the wisp of winter’s hand,

The final gasp of broken will

Lay upon this twilight trail,

Upon the path of long, lost men

Where dreams lie buried still.