I returned and there he was, an old friend, welcoming me with a smile.
He took me through paths I had walked before.
Up to places I had already seen;
Places I’ve spent among friends, now grown tall.
I saw the sun set over lands I’ve once called home.
“The geography is the same, but the trees are taller”, he explained to me.
So was I, as I saw my reflection in Glenshea Street.
I was back to the house up in the hill.
And there she was, cheerfully annoucing dinner, just as I remember. Continue reading