A step beyond

The sun is but a step away

Beneath the feet of younger generations
I bide my time as cousins should.
The seasons come, as do the years,
To nutrify my dwelling place
With healing water, goodness-laden ;
All that’s needed for life and limb ;
All, that is, but the light of sun.

For how many  generations have I lain?
Cast by fate and forgotten of men.
Do they write of me, the lost child,
In glowing terms of remembrance?
Do I live in their hearts?

Jamie MacNab

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