Worms All Mixed With Flowers
One day with my own self, such peaceful hours
The inner seas make music as they roll
And in the ground the worms air roots of flowers
The rain comes down in cold but gentle showers
Desiring to give moisture to all souls
A symbol of the value of quiet hours
In Northern hills we looked for Durham owls
They hunt by day to keep their bodies whole
While in the ground the worms air roots of flowers
My loved one was a native of those towers
Highcliff Nab and Hasty Bank called home
My days with him a-wandering there for hours
As he died , deep in my heart I howled
I held his hands, remembered , paid the toll
While in the ground the worms digest the sour
Lying in the heather we had roamed
May God have mercy on his homing soul
Now I enjoy in reverie our hours
Deep in the ground the worms drowse mixed with flowers
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