Time Moves On

by Agnes Clarke

Breaking waves their thrust a warning to beware

The edge of the cliff stands stately with an empty stare

Rocks pounded by the ocean eroded year by year

The power of salt sea water crashing in the morning air


A cloud laden sky of grey in wetness drowns the grass around

The mist like ghosts it runs as wisps of swirling torn cobweb gowns

Moving softly gently creeping in silence toward the essence of its goal

Standing there alone man’s interruption to natures hold


Stark white and pointing to the heavens a magic windmill turns

Bringing power with turbines moving like a modern churn

Sweeping blades whispering silently in the dawn of day

Standing on the bluff to signal power the inventor’s way


In wet wool coats with heads bowed down the sheep graze hungrily keen

No interruption to the lives of animals their field still lust and green

Now here and there the horizon dotted by these giant machines

Blades turning with gusto each whirling in modern dance it seems


Times may move on but nature its beauty in endless colours show

As seasons whisper one by one Spring, Summer. Autumn and Winter’s glow

Encapsulated and accepted these pillars stand in ground dug deep

But wild flowers grow in abundance where time for them never sleeps


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Writers Bio

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 51 years

I am a retired housewife and grandmother to Jacob and Jesse


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