From the green fields of youth
Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth,
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destiny's unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filed, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,
yet, despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
a backward glance on life.
Comments (10)
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
Oh! dear phil,
Do you like to see me cry? I'm in floods of tears reading this beautiful poem. I'm overcome.
A superb sonnet.
Bill
Rob
You're such an endearing Lady with your kind remarks, perhaps next time I visit England I'll nip up to Penrith and dry your tears, but may be ousted out by the poetic gentleman from Erin's isle!!!!!
Take care, Phil.
I really appreciate your comment, especially as it emulates from your intellectual pen, and of course you're absolutely correct, Autumn has sneaked up with stealth afoot.
Cheers?
Phil.
My sincere thanks for the compliment, especially nice as you write so well.
Phil.
I am especially touched by your kind remarks, my sincere thanks,
Phil.
4 hours ago
Odette,
You're such an endearing Lady with your kind remarks, perhaps next time I visit England I'll nip up to Penrith and dry your tears, but may be ousted out by the poetic gentleman from Erin's isle!!!!!
Take care, Phil.
Dear Phil,
It would be my pleasure to invite you for afternoon tea - if you are ever in my neck of the woods.
Will let you know when next in England, afternoon tea sounds wonderfully English.
Take care,
Phil.