Uncle Pat

I sent off this morning Down the road along the river Which I take but once a year My walk will take me by the shore Then inland for a mile or more From the cold sea spray A small wood stands upon the hill An old house near it lies in ruins Forgotten long ago And here in a clearing Overgrown with moss and ivy Is your lonely grave At dusk I will make my way Along the lanes and through the fields To where my cottage is But before I step inside for bed I'll look up at the stars as we had All those years ago So, here's for Uncle Pat