Wooden man

There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of somebody who used to like diving

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Yard

Retiring like a dragonfly

He rules his kingdom

With an iron rod

There's no one above him

No one except God

And he gets to say who lives and who dies

With a nod of his head

Or a look from his eye

He is judge and jury

And the hangman

You can draw me in there

I'm a dead man

They tried me once

Below the flag pole

When they ran up the flag

So deep sank my soul

How long, how long,

How long you may ask

How long will I stand it

How long is my task

Will I abide and keep quiet

Hold my tongue

Let it pass

Well I find it so hard but I try it

The red man came to stand in the flame

And the yellow man too he did the same

Now the black man lived and died not in vain

But to the white man in charge

Its all just a part of his game

How long, how long will we wait to be free

Free from turmoil and flood and the blood of the the sea

Where is the love from which we can all be

With the wings of a dove flying like he

The coalman came to blacken my soul

And the hardman came to harden my heart

And I lost control of my horse and cart

And it pulled down the road where lovers part

How can, who can know his own fate

The garden of Eden, St Peter waits at the gate

But who will get there early, and who will be late

Now I don't have flower power, but I know Spring is a state

Great Breech Wood

I went to walk in Great Breech wood

And found myself where trees abound

The North wind blew between dead twigs

And curled the leaves that lay on the ground

My nose it twitched, my ears they itched

I felt the presence of deer and hounds

I saw a squirrel run to a trees furthest reach

And heard the forest birds song of sound

The nettles stung, the beeches browned

The Oaks were strengthened by the ground

The leaves curled in the winter furls

That twirled the wind and around me wound

And my love did call from beneath an ash’s eves

Like a satellite I was drawn to its planetary crown

Then Great breach wood was torn asunder

It gave forth lumber of Larch and pine

All of it under a winter storms thunder

Which rattled the bones of all those near

Their toppling heights and treacherous climbs

My dear lady was struck by a bolt of lightning

A love dart from the Gods struck her in her prime

And the planetary dark that ensued was a wonder

To walk in this park I felt was a crime

My romantic soul wished to lurch in search of a number

By which I could dial then bring back the time

But the forest which was wiser than mountains

Held my soul fast so alone I did climb

To birth the last hope I had of my loved one

And set her soul free her one God to find

Now alone I walked through the forest alive

Badgers scurried like bank clerks collecting

Their wad of twigs and worms like knives

The wood pecker sung the pigeon cooed

A single black bird alone mewed

And rats slumbered beneath

Rotting tree limbs

As foxes cavorted singing howling hymns

Then the forest was then quiet as a graveyard hushed

As greenery flourished

And foliage lushed

The sandal wearing saint was knighted

The night began its game

Half housed between this world and the next

Advantaged

As in the eves called the owls

And many Stations of the Cross were planted

As herbs and forest plants were avowed

Into sacred celebration

Of the moon lit majestic cows (boughs)

Who’s alien forms besmirched the landscape

And past the night with heavy sounds

Until in the dawn rose the single starlings

In the flock of chorus loud

And beneath the canopy of heaven

Wrote the names of those in shroud

To be remembered by the martyrs

Who had seen and died,

And lived then bowed

And this I saw while I was walking

All this was mine of to be most proud

Inside the Breach of the Great Wood Vaunted

And opened its vaults to the sun and the cloud