Passing Through the Woods
read by salli shepherd
It's hard to see my way because
the leaves have fallen. Now
they're drifting where a path once was -
it's hard to see my way. Because
the light is brief I dare not pause;
I'll find the track somehow.
It's hard to see my way because
the leaves have fallen now.
© Peter Rodulfo
Talking to Lord Newborough
read by James O'Dwyer
I'd perch beside your gravestone years ago,
a boy who thought you old at forty-three.
I knew you loved this quiet place, like me.
We'd gaze towards Maentwrog far below,
kindred spirits, and I'd talk to you.
Sometimes I asked what it was like to die-
were you afraid? You never did reply,
and silence rested lightly on us two.
These days the past is nearer, so I came
to our remembered refuge on the hill,
looking for change yet finding little there:
my village and the Moelwyns look the same,
Saint Michael's Church commands the valley still-
but you, old friend, are younger than you were.
(Lt. William Charles Wynn, 1873-1916, 4th Baron Newborough,
whose grave overlooks the Vale of Ffestiniog in North Wales)
David Anthony is a British businessman and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts.
His second poetry collection, "Talking to Lord Newborough," was published
in the USA by Alsop Review Press (2004)
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