Winds of willoughby’s cliffs

willoughby's cliffs
The news was out and another  missing boy
his last location unknown
but someone knew where last he’d been
where the willoughby winds have always blown

In winters cold or summer’s rains  in
autumn’s generous  red maple leaves
there’s always  a danger on the rocky cliffs
anyone that’s been up there believes

He was last seen on a rainy  morn  his mom
his brothers were wondering
where was he when the winds blow high
and happenstance comes  blundering

The high granite cliffs the long trails to the top
did he say he was going up there ?
when will he be home  and is it getting dark ?
so many questions  to share

And the days go by as the search goes on
when  was he last seen ? …….did he plan at all  ?
how many days do we wait  how many
hours  before we make the call ?

It’s  willoughby’s cliffs   that  claims another life
did he fall or did he just decide
and who will ever find the answer  until
the winds of willoughby’s cliffs subside

Today they carried him out to the silent  out to the aggrieved
so young  and a life so lost
his mom and dad  went down on bended knees
a family  bares  the final cost

And so the winds of willoughby blow on and on
at the bottom the lake is blue
one more life is lost to the  winds on the cliffs
so young that  boy we knew

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

3 thoughts on “Winds of willoughby’s cliffs

  • May 21, 2017 at 12:31 AM
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    Emotively penned of such a tragedy Ed, it seems to happen all the time: young children lost. But I guess its just life, and I always feel so sorry for the parents and all your grieve for this young soul lost. great work my friend.

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  • May 21, 2017 at 4:54 AM
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    Phyllis , Tony , Thank you , recently a twenty three year old went missing , a couple of days later his remains were spotted on a ledge halfway down a cliff , which then involved a technical climbing team and a couple of more days to recover him . No one is saying how or why he died there as yet . sad part is he was there on the cliffs for a week . I just felt that his story deserved to be spoken of .

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