Meadows
Palmer field is flooded;
My cycle flounders like an old horse,
valiantly staggering along familiar tracks,
but creaking with tired spent force
Heart pounding in The Weirs,
through the Itchen's dereliction of its train
As it seeks and easier softer way
to freedom in the icy flood plains
Walkers and their dogs like lazy zombies
form legions of the damned to block my way.
My bell tolls for their repentance
But they hear not it's soliloquy.
The cafe brings me hot Greek coffee,
an ashtray, smoke, Venus shining down
Alone I can muse on this epitaph;
hot shores exchanged for this cold dank town.
TJD
26/1/23
Chords: Am blues: Am7 Dm7 Am7 E D Am7 E7
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