Road trip in Wales

As Amy whined
The roads wind
The sun finds
A place to rest its head

She's dead
Perhaps O'Ded
Something I've considered
Now I am breathless

The winding road
The voice souled
My heart is sold
To the rolling hills of Wales

Footnote: Composed on 19th June 2012, whilst being driven back to our holiday accommodation in Wales with the sun setting behind us and listening to Amy Winehouse

Back to Poetry and Art

Ah life has finally calmed down, well just a little
Having achieved some awesome long term goals
It's time to focus on the world around, not the next hill


It feels like my vision has cleared, out of a black hole
Back to composing poetry again
Life has been wonderful and better than feared, great for the soul