I tripped over while walking through the woodland path <br />And now I'm falling <br /> <br />I landed on some golden Autumn leaves and some hard acorns <br />But I'm still falling <br /> <br />I'm falling down through the damp earth <br />Through the memories of ramblers <br />And amblers <br />And dogs who have sniffed their way through <br />The brambles <br /> <br />I am falling through the ground <br />And I can hear the sound <br />Of copper mines <br />Of lay lines <br />Through ancient churches <br />& shrines <br /> <br />I am falling though bones <br />And ancient weathered tombs <br />I am falling through alters and crypts <br />And through fits <br />My body is quaking <br />This descent is so shaking <br />Past skeletal remains <br />Of Medieval prisoners in chains <br />My faith is forsaking <br /> <br />I'm falling through ghosts <br />Only they are the hosts <br />Of this realm down below <br />Of this world we don't know <br /> <br />I'm falling down low <br />Do I really want to know <br />What I will find <br />Any of my kind <br />When I land <br />In the sands <br />Of the world down below <br /> <br />Soon I will know <br />And look up with love <br />Through the soil and the bones and the earth <br /> <br />That world up above<br /><br />Maurice Rowlands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stumble-and-fall/
