Pilgrimage
1991
he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down right where he stood
and every day with time to pass
he’d walk and find his secret seat
surrounded by the marram grass
divorced from life’s hard grind and heat
and there he’d sit and watch the sky
feeling the calm he craved back then
- the only place that saw him cry
before he walked his path again.
2021
they picked the path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
despite their health and age as well
they struggled on as best they could
now thirty years had come to pass
walking the route to see the seat
surrounded by the marram grass
where they sat silent in the heat
then just before they headed back
with one last look their will was done
they touched the seat's small weathered plaque:
"in memory of our loving son".
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