Days of Old Returned
Those olden days those Celtic lands
Now I ponder my ancient kin
Who kept awake while listening
During the stormy nights of rain and winds
Cold wet nights those achy joints brought and bring
And now as then there were books paper and pens
For storms now halt electricity and computers
They lay still and quiet all the day
While back then women tended those in need
And monks made honey mead and prayed
Large dogs sat quietly near the door
Keeping watch for the mistress and meat
That fell from her cooking chores
Pieces thrown to good dogs treats that fell upon the floor
For now pens, books and papers return
As we wait for a heavy storm
Home sounds are softer our minds are quiet
Listening for winds and thunder our new norm
Returned are the memories harsh and sweet of the olden days of yore
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2021
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