POETRY

The Stork

I wish I was soft beating heart,

That measures time with wings;

To float and sweep as soaring stork,

As might the lark that sings.

Serene and free from strife and woe,

To rise to skies where storks shall go,

Disdain the trials of man below;

To chase their futile dreams.

Each autumn sleeps the setting sun,

Rest lower down than June;

My clock the ever cooler breeze,

The waning of the moon.

Spirit free and nature bound,

To circle high o’er river, ground,

Until my summer nest is found;

Contentment is my lyre.

To rest my wings and soar above,

The meadows and the groves,

To float above the river, stream

Above the windswept coves.

My home is simple, mortgage free,

Bequeathed and mine for years to be;

A feathered home for weary wing,

To slumber sweet till skylarks sing.

Michael (Walsh) 11.03.13

The Blood Stain

There’s a stain upon the wall outside,

It seems of human blood;

I try to wipe away the mark,

And see it gone for good.

The blot is on the wall of man,

It cannot be erased;

When evil rears its monstrous head;

Its common man who pays.

This blemish lives as blemish kills,

The stigma shames mankind;

But we shall ever rise above,

The base and cruel kind.

Photographed on a apartment block wall in Riga

Michael (Walsh) 06.03.13

My Tomb’s Companion

Fleeting friends will family be,

Ships that pass for none shall be,

A steady friend, but oft a foe,

When pilgrim’s path to death we go.

Better still to choose a hound,

He wags his tail, makes not a sound,

But on your tomb rests blessed head,

Will mourn forever that you’re dead.

My dog accepts my weakness, strength,

A hound will go to any length,

To please his only friend in life,

Will bark in joy when faced with strife,

The hound will bounce his tail like ball,

A dog throughout his life gives all,

Whilst family wants a ‘right’ presumed,

Before relationship’s resumed.

So when I die as die I must,

I have one wish for end that’s just,

And all I hope to see at tomb,

When I have lived to meet my doom,

Is canine loyal, canine true,

Not family that I never knew.

Michael (Walsh) 28.02.13