Homework May 2023 'One Last Glimpse'
Posted: Sun May 07, 2023 2:51 pm
May 2023 ‘Homework’ ‘One Last Glimpse’
One For Maureen
Dusk was creeping in below where haunting snow-capped peaks abound,
in what seemed a world of silence - there was not the slightest sound,
as I slowly made my way back to the car a mile away,
seeing autumn colours painting leaves in fading light that day
There’s a sense of peaceful solitude here in this pristine place,
once the home of Brumbies, sadly now you’ll rarely find a trace.
But with hope in heart, I peer into the fading alpine light,
as the seasons change to herald soon the coming winter night.
Friends had warned me that my hopeful quest would be a waste of time,
Brumbies were now long gone, hardly worth an arduous steep climb.
Yet I’d come in hope of one last glimpse of Brumbies in the wild -
nothing would deter me, be the weather freezing cold or mild,
As I wander on, fresh snowflakes kiss the earth and coat the trees,
though despite the beauty there’s a sadness - guess I’m hard to please.
For there’s something missing from this special place I used to know,
yet even I appreciate the magic of the falling snow.
Then a movement catches my attention in the misty grey,
as emerging from the gloom two Brumbies slowly make their way.
It’s a mare and foal, their hoof-steps muffled by the recent fall,
I am frozen to the spot and trying not to breathe at all.
I then watch them mesmerised, as they slowly fade into night,
they’re such lovely animals it’s sad to think about their plight.
In the distance there I see the Ski Resort light’s shining bright,
sadly, that’s the future, not a single Brumby left in sight.
©T.E. Piggott
One For Maureen
Dusk was creeping in below where haunting snow-capped peaks abound,
in what seemed a world of silence - there was not the slightest sound,
as I slowly made my way back to the car a mile away,
seeing autumn colours painting leaves in fading light that day
There’s a sense of peaceful solitude here in this pristine place,
once the home of Brumbies, sadly now you’ll rarely find a trace.
But with hope in heart, I peer into the fading alpine light,
as the seasons change to herald soon the coming winter night.
Friends had warned me that my hopeful quest would be a waste of time,
Brumbies were now long gone, hardly worth an arduous steep climb.
Yet I’d come in hope of one last glimpse of Brumbies in the wild -
nothing would deter me, be the weather freezing cold or mild,
As I wander on, fresh snowflakes kiss the earth and coat the trees,
though despite the beauty there’s a sadness - guess I’m hard to please.
For there’s something missing from this special place I used to know,
yet even I appreciate the magic of the falling snow.
Then a movement catches my attention in the misty grey,
as emerging from the gloom two Brumbies slowly make their way.
It’s a mare and foal, their hoof-steps muffled by the recent fall,
I am frozen to the spot and trying not to breathe at all.
I then watch them mesmerised, as they slowly fade into night,
they’re such lovely animals it’s sad to think about their plight.
In the distance there I see the Ski Resort light’s shining bright,
sadly, that’s the future, not a single Brumby left in sight.
©T.E. Piggott