Rock of Ages

Exposed and bare on hilltop high where winds howl loud and spirits cry, eroding plants and all that strive to fight with nature to survive. I stand the hardest of them all that none defeat in life’s long toil. I am the ‘rock of ages’ seen where man’s feet fall but nought is green. The cold stone memories always there when all but me die in despair, my presence says “you must live on” when those you knew, are dead and gone. Ivor G Davies