Lettermullen
A barren raging silence
it lies quiet against the sky.
Man's attempt to conquer it
echo in the seagulls cry.
Man holds no dominion here
It's been proven in the past
Nature's finally found her spot
In a barren stoic grasp.
I've walked among her people
I have recognized her truth.
Talked to all who cared to talk
Lost the innocence of youth.
Enchanted fiddle music
sweetens the evening birds song
Haunts and hangs upon the air
After the fiddler has gone.
Some birds huddle and stumble
On a clump of granite stone
They compliment the beauty
Yet are only flesh and bone.
This land puts age on old men
After sopping up their youth.
Here man has met his master
This surrounding land is truth.
Truth that does not compromise
And that leaves no room for pride
Here man lays his weary life
On the moving morning tide.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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