Three Piece Suite - England

«Follow me round"is the cry of the

Mare with each pull of the plough

Rhythmic sound in the swing of the

Chains that are dragging her down

And the morning call of the wind brings

The sun from afar

«Take me up high"in the voice of the

Lark singing high in the sky

Wandering eye of the farmer below is The only reply

And the changing relief of the land is Exposed to the light

The break of the dawn is changed by the

Presence of a stream

Weaving its path through a bed

Of green

The windows of the forest bring

Very little light

The sound of river water flowing by Although the woods may seem

Bereft of any life

No man can see of sin or strife

The creatures of the forest receiving

Their first light

Come out and join the woodland

Company

Clinging into time of disentangled

Broken vine

Come show me this is mine to Breath and hold

Throughout abandoned hill a Stillness set unreal

By image not by two you grew

Summer day will shine …

Carry on your way decide at which

You want to play

Sentimental reason, con, or game?

To take you further on would only

Spoil the fun

Can’t you feel it higher, growing,

Never knowing?

Sometimes a laugh in a show

That’s cold

When the legend is burning yet not

Quite sold

To the man in the middle

It’s only a riddle come out of a local rag

When they hand you a thing and ex-

Pect you to sing

To the tune of The Groom and his

Flying Balloon

Till the only resort is the flu that

You caught

While preparing a dish for someone

Called En Blue

Soak up the flakes of an emptying

Bowl and go Down river, down reverse,

Downing in one below

Hot on the trail let the wind fill the sail

And be leaving from where you are

Left to uncover a scene unseen

Though the wing of the plover is Seldom seen

I may open my hands when the

Garden expands

Taking part with an individuality

Leg after leg in the line surround

All are touching the toes of Adjacent ground

Low can nature resist to make

Any seed twist

Move along, run a long, long way

So you turn and resist from this

Windy place

Oh but is it from me that you hide

I am now to return to my natural pace

And remember today as I walk

Through my way

But the farmer forlorn

And the break of dawn will go fading,

Fading away