As many of you know from my past poetry
I often retreat into the wild
It used to be with the Mollie Dog but no more
Sat there by the camp fire seeing stories in the flames
And stories in the stars
Beautiful stories that turned into beautiful dreams
No sadness, no inhumanity
Why
Because no radio, no TV. My only contact with the outside world
My mobile phone
I do still have my music
The birds, the breeze, the animals
You know in such places I'm content,
In such places I can hide inside my dreams
Because in such places I only have pleasant dreams