IN A COUNTRY LANE

 

In a country lane

Where the noise of a highway

Is thought too fanciful

A wagon carries bales of hay

As the farmer heads home

At the end of the day

BENEATH THE GREY SKIES

 

Beneath the grey skies

In the crisp morning air

An overconfident fox

Chases after a march Hare

AN OAK

 

An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire

Cast a mighty shadow

As the setting of the sun

Turns the western sky to fire

A CAVE

 

A cave, in the face of the cliff

Like a mouth, wild and mad,

Snarling like a demon

Across the barren land

From where a wind blew

Into the cavernous mouth

and howled like a Ghost

Calling out in despair

THE FIERCE SPRING GALES

 

 

The fierce spring gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark spring night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark spring night

THE FIERCE WINTER GALES

 

 

The fierce winter gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark winter night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark winter night

THE FIERCE SUMMER GALES

 

 

The fierce summer gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark summer night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark summer night