Paul Hewer MIACP shares his poem with us as part of our 40th Anniversary Celebrations.
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Paul Hewer has worked 21 years in social care and is a student therapist. He joined the Mullingar Scribblers group several years ago, writing mainly poetry and songs. Paul is originally from the Cumbrian Lake District.
The Bridge on Glendermackin
Flowers know the way
Always finding the best path home
Growing through earth's fractured spaces.
Three brothers came to the village
Over the mountain with Glendermackin
Pit gear on a donkey.
This is fathers’ landscape not mine
He was the bridge to these ancestors
But that has gone now.
Blencathra was his grandmother
Only he knew her by another name*
And I never really knew him.
He knew every well and wall in the parish
And every country with a port
But somehow he was lost.
Always on the outside waiting
Sitting on the front step
To come in, to come home.
Standing by the forever stone
With a lantern’s brightness
I sing you back to your bones.
Come back from where you’re lost
And grow whole again
Like the sunflower.
*Saddleback
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