A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Rebecca
I think of lazy Sundays
pork and onions soaked in gravy
and woodsmoke from a cabin
hidden deep within the forest
I think of strong winds sweeping
frothy clouds across landscape
as small boats bounce in rythym
to the sound of lapping water
I think of wildflowers waving
at the birds above the coastline
as they fly in tight formation
like a squadron on an air-raid
I think of flickering candlelight
and music of the mountains
and kids collecting sea-shells
as the evening tide advances
I think of rivers flowing
under old but sturdy bridges
and the final race at Sandown
where I must recoup my losses
I think of sweet Rebecca
and the photograph she sent me
and all the lovely memories
she and I have made together.
