Owen is from Camphill Village Trust’s Croft Community in Malton. Owen is a very keen and talented writer and poet and we’re proud to be able to share his work with you. Be sure to check back regularly for updates.
Croft Community
by Owen, Camphill Village Trust Croft Community
The Croft is our place to live,
big or small with wares to give.
With smiles and faces, all abound,
a place on earth like holy ground.
The world is new with other places,
unknown to us with similar faces
and here beknown for us we give.
Our knowledge, our future to other races.
So what it means for us today,
and age to even lead the way,
a brand new start to start anew
and forget our troubles had ever brewed.
Leadership
By Owen, Camphill Village Trust, Croft Community
Leadership is when people defy the odds,
Standing up for yourself,
Making a name and giving,
Yourself a chance.
Leadership is when life throws challenges,
Hoping everyone,
Makes a leap of faith,
Out of the blue.
A moment to satisfy my view of things,
My world as I know it,
And giving myself,
One chance.
Remembrance
By Owen, Camphill Village Trust, Croft Community
Remember the trees
That once stood on this hill.
Remember the fields
Where the poppies stand still.
Remember the old
Whose life are now departed
Remember the new
Whose life has slightly started.
Remember the stones
That covered the hill
Remember the people
Who reminds us still.
Remember the world
Whose life are now departed
Remember the dream
That is now parted.
Hibernation
By Owen. Camphill Village Trust, Croft Community
Who knows what may lie in darkness,
Who knows if it comes out of hiding,
Who knows what it may get up to
And who knows if it falls asleep on the grass.
Who knows what may lie undisturbed,
Who knows if it curls up into a ball,
Who knows about life’s wonders,
Or non existent or non at all.
Landscape
By Owen. Camphill Village Trust, Croft Community
It’s those woods and fields
The folds that dip and rise
The sepia seeping through
Pale November skies
Whose birds depart their tops
the cathedral of the trees
Orange the flame of Autumn
Green the decaying leaves
The ground a brown so barren
and from there the world defies
In the ridges and furrows
Full of big surprise.
