The barley fields
Paint the gentle hills
With August gold
Late summer ripe
~
From the stalk forest
The skylark is stirring
Freedom whispers
On the south wind
~
Soar my little one
On brave wings
Of liquid melody
Higher, higher
~
Beyond the clouds
To reach the ear of God
Who bends his head
and smiles at beauty.

That’s tough Day Tripper
Losing your Ticket to Ride
Now we have to take
The Long Winding Road
To Get Back to were you belong
~
Come on, Come on
No, I don’t want to Hold Your Hand
So you had A Hard Days Night
You’re a bit Here There and Everywhere
That was Yesterday, get over it
~
Here we are, Penny Lane
Hi Michelle, She’s Leaving Home
Wants to be A Paperback Writer
Yep; You’re Going to Lose That Girl
~
Eleanor Rigby she’s gone too
Where? Oh, somewhere Back in the USSR
HI! Lovely Rita. Ah, you know I gave her
All My Loving
Even let her Drive my Car
~
Hey Jude we’re home
Strawberry Fields Forever eh?
You know Something
You’re going Nowhere Man
But I am, Hello Goodbye.

She escapes a gaggle of trouser peacocks
Paying court with mirror practiced charms
And crosses Cherwell’s honeyed bridge
A Venus to grace the slow days of summer
Careless hair made for wind blow
Cheeks fashioned for candlelight
Eyes born for helpless surrender
Embrace.

How cool the woodland carpet feels
Under tender barefoot heels
Days of laughter, childhood rambles
Emerging from the leafy brambles
Over the stile and down the dell
Breathing the dark mushroomy smells
Sandra, Davy, me and Jill
Climb the ***** to Pendle Hill
~
Buttercup pollen on calf and shoe
Whisper grass still wet with dew
Up and down we ran and ran
"Catch me; catch me, if you can”
Cross-legged in the birch tree shade
Stolen apples, lemonade
The happy times I remember still
Of summertime on Pendle Hill
~
Tired from racing chasing games
We gather round the campfire flames
Tell the tales of pirates bold
Of sailing ships and Spanish gold
High above this fabled land
You snuggle close and take my hand
Safe and warm from twilights chill
First love bloomed on Pendle Hill.

Montmartre
The harlot on the hill
Her perfume
of garlic and Gaulloises
sour in the Sunday afternoon.
~
On the Rue Laitiere
A promenade of bustles
where, from under lace parasols
Working girls glances
Survey the field.
~
In the Moulin de la Galette
The thin man in a hurry
Eager at the canvass
Licks brush on palette
and gives Estelle her eyes.
~
From a third story window
Lissette leans on her elbows
Smiles at the sunlight
Sighs with the memory
of yesterday’s lover.

The leash undone and free to run
Leaping bounding paws a’ pounding,
Watch me master, faster, faster
Now I’m going for all I’m worth
Skimming over the paw sweet earth
~
Down, down the winding lane
To the jingling of my collar chain
Wriggling under the old farm gate
To freedom fields where joy awaits
Dewy grass and poppy flowers
Where I can run for hours and hours
~
Now at your feet, curled in rest
Snuggled warmth by fireside blessed
I lift my trusting eyes to you
Oh master if you only knew
And if my thoughts I could convey
The love I feel for you this day.

Look into that cold dismissive stare
Ribbons of past lives are lying there
Jade green eyes of mirrored mystery
Roll back the tumbling years of history
~
This perfumed fur you understand
Once lay beneath Cleopatra’s hand
Emeralds about my neck were hung
In happy days when I was young
~
A ships cat where I earned my bread
Stalking the vermin as they fled
Just to catch and not to eat
I laid them at my captain’s feet
~
The cottage where my mistress dwells
Dispelling curses, cackling spells
Across the starry heavens wide
We take a besom broomstick ride
~
You cared for me through my kitten days
And you worry so when I go astray
But when the full moon’s shining bright
I'm but a creature of the night.