The North Country. for John Godwin (by Tom Riley)
I will go out to the North Country and build a cabin there;
And sit by the lake, in the peaceful night, and gaze at the stars and moon.
I'll restore my mind in tranquillity, breathe deep of the wine like air;
And we'll hear the lone wolf's cadenza, and the wailing cry of the Loon.
Fair Spring will come with its sunburst light, and nature will awake.
The Maples will store their rich sugar wine and hang out small silken leaves;
And fish will leap with the joy of the times and teem in the still, 'Long' lake.
We will take our ease after sundown, 'neath the pine shingling of our eaves.
All in the glory of summertime in forest's busy shade,
We'll walk in the woods amongst the tall oaks and conifer's endless lines;
And bees will hum a Puccini like song as they work in sunlit glade:
While the hot sun-glow will make incense, rise to the heavens from the pines.
Magic time in the fall of the year, Nature with painters hand,
Arrays the tired trees with rich night attire, as in, the evenings creep;
And we will gather the gifts of the lake and the bounty of the land,
As life in the wild and dark forest, prepares for its calm winter sleep.
Land will renew its virginity under its frost-white cloak.
Kept warm in the glow of a great log fire we'll smile at the snow and the rain
But, when the roar of the storm has died, and vertical rises our smoke.........
Listen! faraway, muted, lonely, hear the plaintive cry of a train.