Category: Poetry

Grandfather Stone

Holding me up when I walk

I ask you to support me

And you do

Every time

In the wind

With a storm coming

I walk across you

Thin line of slate

To the point

I know you will hold me

And you do

I am not afraid

Of slipping and falling

Into the sea

The wind whips across me

My hands trace

Your gnarled surface

I ask for a stone

To remember you by

Your voice is crotchety

Like a grumpy, whiskered gnome

Yet you agree

Allow me this gift

Reluctantly

I stand, my talisman

In hand

Keeping me strong

And firm as I return

Before the storm hits

I smile in awe

Of your existence

Your strength

Your willingness to

Give and support

I lay my hands against

Your craggy surface

I feel your heart beat

I see rivers of fire

Forming, breaking and reforming

I see colours

And shapes and feel

My roots sink deep into you

Part of you as you are part of me

I honour and thank you

Blessed Grandfather Stone.
© A M Hunter 2014