Antenna

Antenna

Sunday 22 April 2012

COMING HOME


Coming home to the valleys and rivers
Coming home to the place of my birth
Coming home to the land of my fathers
Coming home to the memory of these hills

I breathe the rarefied air
I climb the contours
Across the hillside I stare
To Arcadian shores

Step across the threshold
Step out of the rain
Come in from the wind and cold
Dry your boots and ease your pain

Coming home to the valleys and rivers
Coming home to the place of my birth
Coming home to the land of my fathers
Coming home to the memory of these hills

I slide on blankets of scree
I clamber over boulders
How much further I see
When I stand on giants’ shoulders

Sit down by the hearthside
Pour yourself a glass
Listen to your heart sigh
Feel your throat catch

It’s a different language
It’s written in the stones
It's wild and it's savage
You can feel it in your bones

Coming home to the valleys and rivers
Coming home to the place of my birth
Coming home to the land of my fathers
Coming home to the memory of these hills


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