For Once, Once Again. (Poetry)

West Winds

I grew up, from a child

In the shadow of an oak,

In the shallows of a brook,

Beneath the shelter of a southern sun,

With the west winds at my back.

I ran, in a field

With grass tickling my knees

With mud stuck to the soles of my feet

In a gaggle of lost boys and siblings,

Chattering like geese.

I learnt, in a house

That used to be a home,

That used to be dirt,

A journeymans stepping stone

On his way to the rest of the earth.

I was lost, in the waves

That tumbled at the shore,

That moulded my soul,

A smugglers sloop strong enough

To drown the Lord and the Law. 

I loved, like the land

Sullenly distant and restless

Suddenly strong in my depth

Reluctant to give way

But falling heavy as a mountain when I did.