Return to Index


I am the ‘rock of ages’ seen,
where mans feet fall but nought is seen.
I stand the hardest of them all,
that none defeat in life’s long toil.

Exposed and bare on hilltop high,
where winds howl loud and spirits cry,
eroding plants and all that strive
to fight with nature to survive.

The cold stone memories always there,
where all but me die in despair.
My presence says “you can live on”,
when all you knew is dead and gone.

Ivor G Davies

Return to Index