The Village Boy

He stood alone: surveyed his land,
of Spring-time dreams, loves conkered games.
Those marbled days, his diamond friends,
the day she took his hand.
 
Breeze whispered on the barley tips,
gold Aztec corn, soft Summers haze.
Remembered faces, village lanes,
when came the moon-beamed night.

Her spectral stars, their rippling light,
on village pond, drift slowly by.
They sailed away in waning light,
with Autumns falling leaves.

He is returned, bleak Winter day,
and etched within his travellers heart,
this golden wraith of time and place,
the village boy:

as Champion of the World.

Image; Art Johnstone. ‘The Champion of the World’. Soldier, Winchester cathedral 2009.

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