Through half closed eyes things are more than they seem,
I’m in a Pembrokeshire National Park dream
I ride an Unbroken Pony today,
This first time he carries me clean away,
Over Preseli Hills we run and run,
True freedom we share, wild horse and tame man.
A hobby flies from Africa, on high,
Chases a swallow across crystal sky,
Grasshoppers all around me do chirrup,
I whoop loud as I stand in the stirrup,
Murders in Plymouth, bad climate change news,
Taliban takeover, more Covid blues,
All left behind in this sweet reverie,
Would it were real, if you know what I mean.

Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 14th August 2021.