Into the Blue…

Sweet William

Sweet William in the morning stands
in forest’’s airy light.
A raven guard on oat gold moors,
a spirit burning bright.
He waits upon the noble path
of passage without fear.
He waits to show the clan he loves
their way when they draw near.
Sweet William came to guard this road
one green green summer’’s day-
when in his garden warm and loved
his heart was called away.
And now he waits, a raven guard,
on highland moors of gold.
He waits for those – the clan he loves –
as spirit bright and bold.

August 2008

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