Just one of the songs in the hearts of the human

Evening Twilight over the South Downs  Dec 2017

Just one of the songs in the hearts of humans

Then, there is the quiet song of EARTH,

Almost the steady beating of a drum.

A song that drives us home-an Odyssey!

A song that sings of warmth and nourishment,

Whispers in the ripples on the rivers,

Echoes in the shimmer of the leaves.

The poetry of forest’s boundless trees;

The murmur of the worker bees;

The stop and chuckle of the bouncing streams

Decanting into endless seas.

The stopped-up silence of ice-age valleys;

The stacked-up mossy grooves of silent peaks

Riven with sheep-tracks and booted trails.

Fuller’s spaceship-earth hanging like a blue

Eye in the immensity of space.

The breathing land-the earth beneath;

The dark and fecund soil that rustles

With the promise of new life.

The patient song that drove Odysseus home

To Ithaki.

To slaughter the suitors of Penelope

And then sit down to home-made cakes and tea.

We climb into her caves to be renewed.

We cross her seven seas to be revealed.

We climb her sacred mountains to be healed.