The Strawberry Beds -by Robert Fullarton 2017 Copyright

The Strawberry Beds

-by Robert Fullarton 2017 Copyright

I have this image

from my youth

a distant memory

from the fog

Where the Green hills fold

into the wandering water

where Green hues, pastoral plains

unearth a work by Constable

of the English Summer of antiquity

Below the Bridge

there was a vista

where I never went

and will never go

But my mind is searching

and my heart is wanting

for a home unspoilt,

imperishable, upon a solid rock

The tumble down cottages,

these many mansions

upon the untroubled waters

where men live out their

dreams upon an unfolding canvass

The Pilgrim

beholds heaven's centre

but is obscured at the gates

to the lower circles

where green ethereal dreams

have been obscured

with concrete prisons

and the pearly rivers

are going brown

At my desk I begin to frown

to think it has been confiscated

spoiled and lost

but my determined heart

seeks with a determined will

the reservation of this past

to make it cast and make it last

for ever more.

and ever and ever

in the dye that's cast

in these determined dreams

for the future