New songs ...

The carvers' dreadlocks are bleached by the sun - 

No rain fals from the Ballardian sky - 

We are becoming a sunburnt tribe - 

We sit on the scorched grass, or swim in the river - 

Long legged girls are Amazons - 

Bare chested boys carry spears - 

The elders of the tribe remember white winters - 

The apples on the tree are small and bitter - 

We drink poteen by midnight fires - 

We learn new songs under different skies - 

July 2018

Wareham 

Dorset