You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Seagulls- you see them all your life
And hear them- that cacophony!
Far inland even on Parliament Hill
No one can quite understand
Not young exactly THEN
The wildness of the Sixties...
