18th May 2019

For times of good cheer

Bend hairy ears that can’t hear

To whiskey and beer

17th May 2019

From dust and ashesHopes and schemes and dreams ariseYou can’t keep us down

Am I of the land

Or still working against it

And where is the line?

My whole body aches

From my nose down to my toes

My mind is at rest

Upon these brown hills

Interwoven stories knot

Entangle and merge

Gentle purple clouds

The same scent our fathers smelt

Floats through the woodland

Long low lines of light

Illuminate parachutes

Carried on the wind