So it is France in the final...no worries.

So it is France in the final...no worries.

I miss you today already my love.

Peering into the abyss.

All good now and watching television.

I do love her so.

I love you my darling Kora.

What is there to miss

Caught in between time

Open the door

Wide enough to let in light

Perception is everything

Easy is the way

To lose touch with

Who you are

When salad days are meatless

Resting in the shade

Hunkered down

Below the barricade

Built in defence

Of childish things

A hurdle

Just high enough

To clear

On a fine day

With a following wind

Tall is the grass

We lie in

Sleeping in the noon day sun

Waiting on the moon

Counting stars

As they come out

One by one

Sundays were always slow

To pass

With no games to play

Trees are so much taller

From below

Listen to the bees

They are wise enough

To know

Communication is everything

If you want to find

Your way back home

They have no need

Of red shoes

But absentmindedly

Rub their knees

To cross pollinate

The air breathes

Heavy with the scent

Of their endeavour

After which

The secret of

Navigation is childsplay.