Folk
Folk music on the radio
Guthrie, Denny, Dylan
Songs as old as bones
Bringing to life summer's heat
Crashing waves or a nation in protest.
I find a space in my muddled mind
A place amongst the clutter,
To clear and breathe,
Drink chocolate tea from a delicate cup
From a pot with butterflies on
As the cat plays with her toy
I eat hot buttered toast.
Folk music on the radio
Transported to a world of singing landscapes
Green hills, velvety grass to wriggle my toes in
Tall tremulous trees in the wind meshing
Soft sunshine through mist
A quiet stream softly gurgles,
I wish I could escape to this land in my head, permanently.
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