I can see you standing there
with an unlit Beacon
Looking over the Severn Plain
While three counties rest at your feet
Quietly watching, waiting, knowing.
I see you standing there,
watching my learning, my blossoming
my eager steps to taste
the world that was beckoning.
Did you know where I was going?
Did you know what fate had planned
The love, the hate, the passions
I would take willingly in hand
And running forward unthinking,
Uncaring meet life head on?
Did you know about the cruel spinning winds
That would quickly lift my spirit
and just as suddenly
Drop me breaking my trust.
Where I left you standing there
is a place of peace and comfort
In the middle of a busy land.
with a beauty that is still as clear
as the water blessed by St Anne,
that same water that washed
Victoria Regina and Alfred Lord Tennyson.
You have a beauty that still proudly
Echoes with Elgar’s song
And treasured words from Auden and Langdon.
I still see you standing there with a history profound.
With colours of deep sea green and purple ground.
Guardian, muse, medic, fused entire
You are home to me.
I left you standing there with your knowledge
Of ancient history, the iron earthworks
and a legacy of mystery.
A Royal revolution that brought an abbey
Into dissolution. Of ancient and modern secrets,
Warfare and espionage and tunnels buried
Deep inside your heart – trapped in a bone yard of politics.
Still you stand there with unending patience,
Solid granite held in the face
Of man’s altering moods.
Your hills are extending arms,
Constantly inviting, never condemning
Waiting to welcome home
An exile. JM