Even In This Fierce Place – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Old Southbourne Farm, Bakers Hill

“When the wind blows the grass bends.” Confucius

Even In this Fierce Place 

I love the way the wind brushes the dry grass,
and when I tread its tired winter youth
it crackles like a fire, sending shards into the air,
and not to wanting to be forgotten, it gifts me
with burs and seeds to adorn my socks at once
firmly attached for immortality, that cycle of
life where it dies, yet it lives again, even in 
this fierce place of parched soil, and I take
heart that shall rise again like a phoenix
from the ash of this desiccated season.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under bush walking, Country, Farm, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem, quote

18 responses to “Even In This Fierce Place – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. There is hope in this poem. So well penned.

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  2. I’ve been on those walks, but dont enjoy the burrs as much😉

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  3. A wonderful poem with so much hope.

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  4. Lady Smith

    Wonderfully said Mr Paul🤓some of my walk’s I didn’t enjoy😞but running and dancing now….no walk’s💃

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  5. I particularly like how this poem celebrates place for what it is, in all its fierceness.

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  6. Charis Counselling

    I love the cycle of life depicted in this poem which reflects our own existence


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