I have an overwhelming sense

of something missing,

 

a sense of loss -

 

perhaps a memory long gone.

 

A sense once shared across the generations,

by those that went before -

and - maybe - by those who follow on.

 

A sense that lets the spoken word fall silent,

while shared thoughts pass

through time and space,

revealing secret leyland traces,

revealing secret hidden places,

where silent, padding, ancient feet

seek out a way to meet and greet

 

                                        their children's children.

 

 

inspired by Aboriginal   'song lines'

                                                                    August  2022