June in Hythe.
Down in Hythe by the river side
Where the reeds are growing five feet wide
A Patchwork Of Soul
I stumble on poets whom I’ve not before read
With visions of mountains to climb in my head
Old mysteries to learn buried deep in my heart
Viewed from a mind we’re a long way apart
From the back cover of a book called
Wonders of Spiritual Unfoldment
Saw Dylan Thomas last night in a dream,
with a silver banjo and dancing queen.
Said, “ Hi Dylan how’s your luck”.
He said, “I’m leaving here fast in a supercharged truck,
It’s waist high in the back garden
Full of pink bell like flowers
And the bees can’t keep away
Beautiful greens with huge leaves
Pushed in their buggies or prams
by mum power,
wrapped in their finest