Friendship’s Hill

by Aidan Andrew Dun

fh2

For Kieran Francis Clarke



There came a
time at last
a child sang
at dawn
a broken sleep
made sense
a weary ship
made fast.

The world of
joy went on
within the
present tense
and everything
was still
on friendship’s hill.

A weary ship
made fast
a rainbow crossed
the past
the sacrifice
accepted
nothing
was rejected.

The city
more forlorn
made each man
a pawn
yet everything
was still
on friendship’s hill.






Advertisements