Cutting through the hedgerows
That hem in history’s endless fields of life
The edges are thick and built up with sweepings,
Waves crashing, breaking in clarity
Washing in eons of ‘time’ gone by
Then pulling us back into its grasp
Mankind’s silhouette marching in the distance
Silhouettes of stick men
Walking the beaches with their fear and
Trying to measure infinity
Trying to solve the mystery
Constantly searching for answers
Of how and when and who and why
Asking questions to the rivers and the currents