Archive | April 9, 2012

Poetry month – Birthright

We who are born in country places
Far from the city and shifting faces
We have a birthright no man can sell
And a secret joy no man can tell

For we are kindred to lordly things
The wild ducks flight and the white owl’s wing
Pike and salmon, bull and horse
The curlew’s cry and the smell of gorse

Pride of tree and swiftness of stream
The magic of frost has shaped our dreams
No baser vision the spirit fills
Who walk by right on the naked hills.