Five ticks it took to s t start blank
Fiver down Highgate hill red rays past fast
How the gang were smashed
This was said in a passing conversation
A woman three dogs late at night
Like yourself hand nothing over
Take one with you
It’s best to go around the corner jump on a bus
Green was seen on shirts spilling
Flowery shamrocks danced widely
Covered in light yellow corner
Spiritual home is yours every where
Will leave at that
Till we understand
All fears
No faerys here
Beannachtai na feile glas
Stood bound out of foot reach
Sight pleased many healed in sight
Three Sisters
From Cill Cuain
Crouch Hill railways wood
Reminded walker who once had slipped
As he crossed the ridge on Brandon
Moss water slippery Stone Mountain breath
On hearing a dog bark gave hope spoke German
Continued as the pale pain subsided freshness
Speaking to a wild flower in the grass and furze
It was now ten past two in Highbury corner
Germany once bombed at this time of day
All so at the same time two Lancaster planes
Had crashed into Mount Brandon nose first
War takes tolls like drugs takes victims
Festivals’ celebrating contuses
Fasters draw on bushey one mile from Watford Junction
In gated entrance of Mow Wood
A Shovel with etched dry concrete
Stand up leaning against the Gate post
Their was no one around lights were coming on in the nearby houses
Without thinking lost took chance from corner of eye
Raised hand
Bus did stop
