I walk along the side
Of a hill well climbed:
Out past the glen where the trees grow thick
And cover the path with dappled shade.
Branches overhang with umbrellas of leaves
Until you step out beyond, out the other side,
Onto an open hill,
Where you can stop and gaze at the land below.
This land, a timeless land,
It stretches out below-
A patchwork of colour and fields and towns and roads,
Where the river curls and meanders through,
And you see the riverb
I created this when I was visiting a relative in Canada. While I was there, I read a book called The End of Absence by Michael Harris. It’s a wonderful book discussing the current age of technology and social media, and the relationship we now have with them. It really struck me, so I ordered a copy for myself and ended up reflecting further upon the topic. These reflections then created this poem. I find myself, if writing a rhyming poem, tending towards the AABB pattern. I