Paths and Progress (revision 4.5) (was Paths and Greens)
Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 8:44 am
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that fleck my greying head
and touch my face with shadows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of greeting me with fields of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect him, please - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 4
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that fleck my greying head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of greeting me with fields of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 3.5
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of soothing me with heaths of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 2
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of helping me to bear this mutinous rage.
So if you see a pilgrim by the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a weighted bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of greeting me with sprigs of perfumed sage.
So if you find a pilgrim near the hills,
respect his quest and guide him through the ghylls.
Original
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a weighted bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The passing years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of greeting me with sprigs of perfumed sage
So when you find a pilgrim on the hills,
you’ll find my ashes settling in the ghylls.
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that fleck my greying head
and touch my face with shadows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of greeting me with fields of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect him, please - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 4
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that fleck my greying head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of greeting me with fields of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 3.5
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will fail my tired eyes and feet, instead
of soothing me with heaths of trampled sage.
So if you see a pilgrim near the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision 2
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a biased bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of helping me to bear this mutinous rage.
So if you see a pilgrim by the ghylls,
respect his way - and leave him to the hills.
Revision
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a weighted bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The fleeting years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of greeting me with sprigs of perfumed sage.
So if you find a pilgrim near the hills,
respect his quest and guide him through the ghylls.
Original
I’ll follow glacial streams from lake to source
and sketch the shallow pools of pastel green,
then walk the woodland tracks from Aira Force
to photograph the row of Seldom Seen.
At Abbot Hall I’ll roll a weighted bowl
across the crown to find a favoured line,
aware of every end I can’t control,
defenceless to the carelessness of time.
The passing years that grey my weary head
and rake my face with furrows born of age,
will dry my tired eyes and skin, instead
of greeting me with sprigs of perfumed sage
So when you find a pilgrim on the hills,
you’ll find my ashes settling in the ghylls.