"All The Saints" An elegiac homage to the spiritual quality of nature and friendship.

All the Saints

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All The Saints

Altum VolareThese moments we live become the memories we remember. Poem 'Dune Day' by Tim Veater

Dune Day by Tim Veater

Through bleary eyes the orange-tinted morn awakes
Ushering in another sun-baked day of sweltering heat;
The night though short was long and hot and clammy sweet,
A stinging back and aching foot reminded of a cycling feat.

There amidst the Marram Grass, Sea Stock and Marsh Mallow,
Dune high we sat and gasped and sighed,
Dumbfounded by the majestic sweep
Of sea and sand and sky

The sun had not lost its heat nor beer its cool,
Lounging there like Vista Kings, Landscape Conquerors,
Capturing the view from six hundred feet;
Burning the day away in red-hot glow and aery smoke.

Godrevy the far-off pinnacle of white, across the dangerous rip;
How many futures there were lost, some known and loved?
This day just yellow sand-dotted multi-coloured lives,
Wallowing, happily passing time, watched unseen.

Walking back we spied a fox taking sanctuary by the church
The bearded grave-stones standing sentinel all around,
A silent crowd of dear-departed souls lie quite forgot,
The sanded hour-glass long run dry

And in the the knee-high grass I found a flower,
We Google-checked it and sure enough it was confirmed,
There un-heralded, obscure, a flock of purple orchid hid
Under the shaded sycamores, quite un-sung

I almost feel the searing guilt, as one I pick but now its done,
In presenting, capturing a moment quickly gone
Of summer day amidst the dunes, of lanes and views,
St Erth, St Uny, St Ives and all the saints.