Out In The Country

[Volaticus]

(This is a revised version of and older poem. I got some great help on the novice forum and was encouraged to post the revision here, for further improvement )


FIRST REWRITE:

"Out In The Country"

Where the old pendulums swing
And the windblown church bells ring;
- All the memories cling.

In a cottage in the woods
By the lakes or the creeks
No crow weeps
– All sleeps.

No tearing, nor scratching
No wearing, nor latching
All nests hatching.

In the place where dark, and bright
Nestle.
Sounds; Clean and clear
I must be here!

Fear and hate; Vanished
A trough; Replenished

And so; Where the old pendulums swing
The windblown church bells ring
And all the memories cling
The blue birds
Will forever sing.


ORIGINAL

"Are You Dreaming?"

Where the old pendulum swing
And the windblown church bells ring
In all eternity; the coloured memories cling.

In the cottage from the woods
By the lakes or the creeks
No sound weeps - all sleeps.

No tearing, nor scratching
No wearing, nor latching
All things hatching.

In the place, where dark is darker
And the bright, - is so much brighter
Sounds; clean and clear
I must be here!

Fear and hate; Vanished
Greyscale; Completely and utterly banished.

And so; Where the old pendulum swing
The windblown church bells ring
And all the memories cling
That's truly, - where all the blue birds sing.