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The Web Poetry Corner - Darryl Ward - For my Father

For my Father


Darryl Ward

You were born from saints
astride the narrow gut of hills
we've both called home

true native of this wild land
whose shores you defended

In this awesome task
you met my mother
the golden goddess

and migrated to the magic mountain
where you stayed, reserved

wise in the knowledge
that speaking is a last resort
your quietness conveys all

Another year older we know
the sad truths that escaped our youths
but as the clock ticks forward

and the morepork hesitates
to cry its chant after dawn

we are with you
from this life into the next

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