My Father, myself, our holy ghost.
by 
John G.Hall
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Posted: 03 June 2004 Word Count: 61 Summary: Cairns for the memory...*Taken from a photograph of myself & my father sat beside a Cairn in Scotland, on the Isle of Arran. |
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My father, myself, our holy ghost.
Saddling the landscapes entrance
the bridge of Glen Rosa spans the beck
as it panics downhill, hard pressed.
My father, myself, our holy ghost.
Past present and future resting their bones
on the passing cairns of each others flesh,
frozen avalanches of stones held in balance.
twin towers of journey, lighthouses of souls.
John G.Hall©2004
Saddling the landscapes entrance
the bridge of Glen Rosa spans the beck
as it panics downhill, hard pressed.
My father, myself, our holy ghost.
Past present and future resting their bones
on the passing cairns of each others flesh,
frozen avalanches of stones held in balance.
twin towers of journey, lighthouses of souls.
John G.Hall©2004
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