Lucille went to Lucerne
not to steal
but to learn;
and learn she did,
her talents,
for so long
hidden under a bushel,
were soon unhid –
but, being fictitious,
I cannot tell you
a single thing she did.
I planted a worm in the garden
And it grew so incredibly long
I planted a worm in the garden
Which planted the seeds of this song
It was longer than any snake I’ve seen
A hint of brown, a touch of green;
Now, I’ve planted a snake in the garden
And I’m waiting to see what occurs.
Out of Context
I left old Context town behind me; I was happy to be out of a place where I just didn’t fit in.
They couldn’t have built the pyramids
without the slaves;
… couldn’t have made the oceans
without the waves;
… couldn’t have made sweet, sweet music
without the staves;
… couldn’t have coped with reviews
without the raves;
… couldn’t have painted a full-length portrait
without the accompanying architecture,
portico, columns and architraves;
and they couldn’t have done that,
if they hadn’t at least attempted the feet.
I bought them
at a local shop;
tied they were
by an elastic band,
I held them closely
and took their hand
leading them away from that accursed place
awaiting to see
the smiles return to their face;
I took them surreptitiously
to a local verge
and unloosed the recent captives,
back into the wild –
I smiled,
like a child,
and watched them
as they gaily walked away,
in a metaphorically speaking
sort of way.
I am a Sandford
not a Landlord
or a TimeLord;
and I can afford
to spread discord
when I say that I am not
a Landlord, TimeLord, Warlord,
or the like.
The census shows my family
as Landfords in one past year,
a lack of handwriting clarity
didn’t make the letters clear;
but I knew
from looking and thinking
that they were mine
and I was theirs,
not Landfords
but Sandfords
adrift back in time
(they weren’t TimeLords either),
and named after a sandy river crossing
I may be,
still, I am a Sandford
(in all probability).
Caradon Hill,
two years on,
again it’s gone –
how?
Stolen?
Difficult –
though it must be possible to do;
but, I just can’t see it myself,
still, there is no doubt
for I can no longer see
Caradon Hill.
