a poem by Dean Snider
Near Lands’ End, where soil meets sea
Ancient cedars bend to a brisk November breeze
Turbulent horizon softened by golden Rae’s
Harmonious rhythms of homeward longings, in heart and mind still plays
The heart knows what the mind sows or is it the other way?
A brief foray into another worlds charm
Transported safely in the Ferryman’s arm
A straight removed, this island remains
A reminder of a home not so well known and an invention of better days
The mind grows what the heart sows, or is it the other way?
Return to the beginning of a life left behind
Something vaguely familiar to these images of mind
Stumbling through a joyous reunion of genes
A long-lived decision, a carefully constructed revision of this historic scene.
The heart knows, what the mind sows, or is it the other way?
The mind grows what this heart sows, or is it the other way… or is it the other way?