SOME THOUGHTS ON THE LAND

...for you especially Kevin,
finally got round to putting something on..

oh sun, sweet sun...who spawned thee, who thee spawned???
me, you...who???
we took a short trip across mothers beautiful body, her flowing curves burst life at every sight, unsight and blessed father soothed our minds and limbs, sweet meditating winds of joy.
roads and trees continue beside headstones of those whose journeys are begining anew.
abundant grass, once brown, strong, now that element that is our core and life regenerates you to a tremendous green where atop your thirst quenching roots graze God's bountiful animals.
man's paths, scorched mostly by some machine, criss cross your heavenly growth.
man's journeys, some only touching your surface kiss your body as each step moves in one with your breath.
you are art. all thoughts, colours, movement are from thee. Monet, Shakespeare, Kavanagh and Christy, all beautful creatures in praise of your glory.
you've had but a short trip yet through nothingness, blessed be your journey, it is a pleasure to breath with you...