The Old Way 6

Poem #6 of 6. The end of the journey.


The Old Way 6


When the square sails of the invading Romans

First appeared over the horizon,

This path was already ancient.

When the first sword was forged,

When the giant stones were placed

In mysterious alignments,

This path was already old.

Only when the great ice giants

Relaxed their grip on the land

Were these paths young.

These are paths to tread reverently,

Mindful of those countless others

Who also once passed this way.

Friend, take your place on this journey,

You are in fine company.

19 thoughts on “The Old Way 6

  1. ellem63

    What a fantastic series of poems Mick. It’s been especially enjoyable for me as we’ve recently moved to a part of County Durham where there is a fair bit of ancient woodland. It’s bliss to spend time soaking up the atmosphere, which your poems speak of.

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  2. I love the character in which you steep this poetic path Mick! Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach with a poetry blog and here is today’s post about a mindful moment beside the river!

    I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat!

    I love connecting with fellow creatives as you can see!

    Sunny greetings from Switzerland!

    Sam 🙂

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