Triskelion
Triskelion
Mar 16, 2024

My Bairns A-Stray

I remember when the moon was small;
no larger than your soccer ball.
That's how old I am.

That jumping cows could clear its height
and puppies laughed to see that sight.
That's how old I am.

There were no birds, just nests of eggs.
T'was long before snakes lost their legs.
That's how old I am.

I watched the rocks each climbing high,
becoming mountains in the sky.
That's how old I am.

I felt a goodness grow in me
that promised life eternity.
That's how old I am.

I watched a glint of stardust shine
before creation made you mine.
That's how old I am.

I sowed the first seeds of galaxies
when light was still a fantasy.
That's how old I am.

But here, I chose to spend my days.
I've watched you fight and watched you play.
You've grown, to my detached dismay.
Oh, care for me, my bairns a-stray!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: My contribution to attend the mother of us all.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Lake Simcoe Canada

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Comments

Lavender

Hello, Thomas,
This has the temperament I believe Mother Nature really owns. A gentle reminder of just how long she's been around, and our own significance. What a wonderful approach.
Thank you!
L