Uncle Pat

I sent off this morning

Down the road along the river

Which I take but once a yearMy walk will take me by the shore

Then inland for a mile or more

From the cold sea sprayA small wood stands upon the hill

An old house near it lies in ruins

Forgotten long agoAnd here in a clearing

Overgrown with moss and ivy

Is your lonely graveAt dusk I will make my way

Along the lanes and through the fields

To where my cottage isBut before I step inside for bed

I'll look up at the stars as we had

All those years agoSo, here's for Uncle Pat