Father Time





Father Time
The snow is falling
Covering over our greenness our innocence
Filling our heads with forgetfulness
How can it be I can see you still
As you were
Will you always be there?
Pulling us squealing and squiggling behind you
Taking the strain
Taking the reins
So we don’t have to
Making new tracks

So we can find our way back




Plate in situ on Daisy Hill

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