Meeting at Glenthorne

Poetry by Harvey Gillman

by Harvey Gillman 30th September 2011

We met in silence, the cows and I
in the long wet grass, in worship they,
ruminating I. They sat. I stood
by the wooden fence that set apart
the sprawling house from the winding path
that climbed in awe to the passing clouds.
Again I saw the hill I climbed before:
angels ascending, descending,
stepping lightly on the unploughed earth.