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Another Time, Another Place
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Farewell to Six Loved Ones
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For Anke
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For Love in a Lost Place
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The distant church bell tolls,
Calling the weary to worship;
Beyond the forest and in the valley
My home village lies obscured,
Save her pearly necklace of gas light.
The air is fresh - I face a new challenge.
Beyond the ford, the rapids roar to my left,
Flowing white as virgin snow
Headlong to sea, through this untroubled land.
I sense the stillness with my ears,
Eyes recording for the last time
As I tread along familiar ways,
With augmented awareness of my path.
The crescent moon, a scythe in a warrior sky
Casts my steps in relief;
The ominous, final massiveness of the Hills of Antrim
Behind me -
For the last time.
I turn to follow the path which leads to my destiny,
Gravel crunching at my feet.

The world awaits me ...
Still the night.
 

Philip Ralph Johnston
(C) March 1991