BENEATH WILD WEST WALES SKIES

Wish I was walking the hills today with you,
Cotton wool clouds scudding in blue blue blue,
Spring winds blow softly through the rosemary,
Can almost hear you calling out to me.

Where the wild buzzard cries,
Whilst homing swallow flies,
And soaring red kite sighs,
Beneath wild West Wales skies

Under kitchen table cat crunches mouse,
Cold wind roars down chimney through empty house,
Things used to be inside my memory,
When once you walked across the hills with me.

Where the wild buzzard cries,
Whilst homing swallow flies,
And soaring red kite sighs,
Beneath wild West Wales skies.

Through final windows of this life of mine,
Storms still break on down into warm sunshine,
Pre summer ardour that we used to know,
Through my old veins this sap of love does flow,

Where the wild buzzard cries,
Whilst homing swallow flies,
And soaring red kite sighs,
Beneath wild West Wales skies.
Beneath wild West Wales skies.

Harriboy’s Hut – Aberbanc, 02/04/2018