All the Hebrew Tribes

All the Hebrew tribes walk out

 Slowly in the morning

 Waiting for the birthing trout

In the river spawning

And as the shingle rolls about

The tide it goes on yawning

Sharing a bed with the sprat and sprout

The tiddlers go on pawning

Prawns come marching in their leg lace style

Cycling like a ghost army each ephemeral mile

As the sea bed listens

To the love locked isle

The trees were like mighty antelopes

Appraising a far off hill

Thinking it may be their last hope

To avoid the lions kill

The trees were like a shadow

Moving upon the wall

Where one looks like another

A  sparrow

A wolf in the garden

A face ready to fall

The trees were like a shaman

Who changes shape and size

One minute they are an eagle

The next a bear with brown eyes

We were walking in the shade of the leaves

That cut up the sunlight

So that shadows were like paper chain men

Dancing their marching jig on the ground

We were walking beneath when the heavens opened

When the droplets fell like boulders

When the caterpillar crawled on the mud around

And the mosquitoes alit on our shoulders

We were walking between our youth

And times past, one a bit older

But shared in this vision of childhood rare

Looking down from a bridge in to the water

Linking to a time that now seems much colder

A future of our bodies in a state of decay

When we went out walking the other day

We ate our lunch in the hidden enclave of the land rover

Rolling the same script that’s been turned over and over

His children, the family, poor sleep

Domestics, cries for attention

Keeping a relationship going

When we went out again the rain had stopped raining

He stopped complaining, I enjoyed the job more

Scrambled down the slopes

Held onto trunks, swung on others like lamp posts

Almost singing in the rain, when it came down again

We weaved between the Holly, made no great folly

Needed no brolly, gone far from melancholy

In fact felt quite jolly