David Anthony
Talking to Lord Newborough *
I'd perch beside your gravestone years ago,
a boy who thought you old at forty-three.
I knew you loved this quiet place, like me.
We'd gaze towards Maentwrog far below,
kindred spirits, and I'd talk to you.
Sometimes I asked what it was like to die -
were you afraid? You never did reply,
and silence rested lightly on us two.
These days the past is nearer, so I came
to our remembered refuge on the hill,
expecting change yet finding little there:
my village and the Moelwyns look the same,
Saint Michael's Church commands the valley still -
but you, old friend, are younger than you were.
* Lt. William Charles Wynn (1873-1916) fourth Baron Newborough. His grave overlooks the Vale of Ffestiniog in North Wales.
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