Some Came
Before us.
Some came before us.
Where they are now, nobody knows.
We come, and we go like winds that blow.
Blossom and die like a beautiful rose.
Most tracks are trodden and hidden.
By dust and in winter by snows
That blanket obliterates signs of
Those that have gone where nobody knows.
It’s unknown who came along this track.
And no clues left on the path to disclose
Where ere these people come from
I don’t know and can only suppose.
I often wonder about the unknown.
When we’re blown to the end of the road
Will, there be a place of ease and grace.
Near the banks where the water flowed.
When I walk by the shore in the morning
And look out past the branches and trees.
I can hear distant gulls calling.
From far off, from the seven seas.
Some passages lead to oblivion.
Some soar above in the sky
Like giant eagles floating on airwaves
Some glide whilst others will die.
This morning I stand on the transom.
And gaze past the end of the world.
My sails are set at the ready.
To hoist when they are unfurled.
©
David Rudder
2022
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