two poems by Adam Parry

Ancient child

by

 Adam Parry

Tall straight tree

beckons us, before us goes

or laughter

intermingled with the sunbird song.

Grass waist high is

blow by our breath. Wildcats watch on the rocks

as we dance and play,

cihldren again, unlike children have ever been.

Togther, no longer feeling alone

THE WILLOW PASS by Adam Parry

A straitening of subtle reflexes

lays the sun upon her eyes

spiralling centre circles she

traces with her fingers and toes.

So high, so mighty she sits so small

cross-legged as if she had it all.

Her head held in a loving way

wandering I witness her as if

she were a prayer and cannot

look away.

Now the willow tree lifts her up

like fresh dew

 she is a child made new.

Yes the Willow Tree lifts her up

So gladly and the wanderers, them

and you,

pass beneath the willow tree

unable not to stare at someone so, so rare.