Peace in the time of our days
sunrays to shine on our souls
No more High noon in the west
lets bring love to our world to rest

disappear over the mountain
taken the classical notes and arias
jauntily hatted clown huffed off petulantly
or was given the push back to the circus
where cowboys play like actors
in invisible love dreams of contrived romance
singing crazy songs in crazy names
where names mean nothing and men are liars
its the drama of poetic life saying hello

In the coastal areas in good old Isle of wight
worms crawl out in summer sunlight
they can do this for they live
in muddy wet marshes
and the gulls fly
too high and
prefer tourist's
grub