"Seascape," Atlantic City, New Jersey, 1873, by William Trost Richards‘Timeless’ by Rod Walford The Society September 10, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 6 Comments Today I strolled upon the shore Where Grandad walked in days of yore; Along its sandy, glossy sheen Where once his imprint would have been. And thereupon I did behold ‘Twas here, when I was two years old I dangled from his sturdy hands In gleeful awe of foaming sands. So timeless now, this scene appears It’s altered not these fifty years Nor hundreds….thousands gone before As restless wave greets silent shore. Still endless rolling surf she brings Now to my little son she sings. I held him in her gentle lee, The way my Grandad once held me. As every wavelet’s dying throes Washed tiny grains between my toes I thought perhaps that in his day For every grain, a pebble lay. Eroded now by sea and rock And pendulum of tidal clock, Its pulsing rhythm, all abounding In softest kiss, or anger pounding. I pondered what it all may mean; Our ocean’s mighty time machine. Where pebbles, hardened flat or round, By rolling surf to sand are ground. From rock to stone to pebbled grain To sand, and back to rock again… As, in our turn, we surely must Become as ashes… dust to dust. © 2006 Rod Walford Rod Walford is an Englishman living in Auckland, New Zealand and has been writing poetry for some 25 years. He is a semi-retired diesel fuel injection engineer. He has self-published several books of rhyming poetry including “Timeless,” “Real Poetry for Real Women (written by a man),” and “One Hour before the Dawn.” Access his website here: www.rodwalfordpoetry.com NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Sally Cook September 10, 2019 Dear Mr. Walford — So good to see one more poet coming from an entirely different discipline who still feels compelled to write in a traditional way. Welcome, and hanks for that! I will go to your site and read more. Reply Rod Walford September 10, 2019 Thank you Sally – I hope you enjoy reading some of my poems – maybe you might even resonate/identify with a few. I hope so. Reply David Paul Behrens September 10, 2019 May the circle be unbroken. Reply Rod Walford September 10, 2019 Amen to that David ! Reply C.B. Anderson September 13, 2019 Rod, Your poem was numinous, and any criticisms I might bring to bear are slight, so please keep echoing the Universal Authentic. You have ground out, in your engineering way, a glass lens that magnifies the procession of generations. Without such efforts, civilization, culture and the idea of eternal progress shall cease to exist. Reply Rod Walford September 13, 2019 Thank you C.B. for your deeply insightful and much appreciated thoughts. I shall strive to comply. Kind regards – Rod Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.