Giles Watson

Giles Watson

Posted on 08/25/2014

Photo taken on August 25, 2014



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For Pryderi

For Pryderi
For Pryderi

This morning I turned back to see the beach
empty as it will be when he’s gone.
The gleaming gulls returned to keep their watch
as I stooped to lift and bear him home,

who flushed the pheasant clattering from the hedge
who leapt the stile, who swam the tide in flow,
who stood, a silhouette upon the ridge
and dashed alive through powdered drifts of snow,

who walked at dawn by leaning, hallowed stones,
who shook himself, half-drenched with summer’s dew,
who scented deer with interlocking tines
as September’s tempests roiled and blew,

who slept in churchyards, daisied as the sun,
who loped through woodlands, dappled as a doe,
rejoiced in river, stream and upland burn
hedged with hawthorn, spindle, elder, sloe,

who followed me through loss and over seas,
who led me over ridgeways on the downs,
who heard the fox-bark under moonlit trees,
my shadow at the path-forks and the turns –

and soon his time will come: he’ll need my touch
when life has worked her way with him and gone.
This morning I turned back to see the beach:
the trail was finished – so I bore him home.

Poem by Giles Watson, 2014.

Don Sutherland has particularly liked this photo

Don Sutherland
Don Sutherland
Stunning photo.
4 years ago.
Mike Jones
Mike Jones
Hello Giles. This is a wonderful tribute to a faithful friend. I'm sorry if he is unwell. You conjure the landscape around Uffington brilliantly.
4 years ago.

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