Years Poem by jim hogg
Years
It's not the sea of life
that bridges or divides;
it's the wave of time that breaks
circular upon us
all the flotsam of the age elapsed
With chains for sails
we never launched on trembling dreams
never skimmed unleashed across freedom's surf
never danced out of ourselves
in the challenging winds
But the stars still colonise
our jealous eyes
still try to scribble us
fearless and undiminished
into some fading margin
Now ragged moments spin us out
modestly, from rain that refreshed
from the hurdled fence
the high hill view
and the stone that sang across the water
But first, do young people still get a thrill from getting soaked in a downpour (not everyday of course!) , or go running through the fields hurdling fences, or try to throw stones across their local lochs/lakes/rivers etc... or have ipads, ipods and xboxes rendered my fond and simple recollections down to the bizarrely quaint..?
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4/23/2024 5:03:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am glad to say some young people (and some older ones too!) do still get a thrill from the things you mention below, though sometimes they need reintroducing to the simple pleasures that nature freely offers - pleasures that don't cost the earth or require a wifi connection yet things that enrich the lives of those who dare to look beyond an interface of technology and connect on a very different level.