A welcome call near seven
half expected but still surprised
a long day, on next Thursday.
Autumn tints and mountain roads
Bodnant our destination.
Turbines flashing in the sun
close knit in families on the hills,
white sleek necks above the moorland bogs
spinning fifteen to the minute.
Revolution in the air,conquering wind
the future in the sky,while sheep beneath,
graze the cold blue moor.
There is much to talk about
and that we will............
narrow lanes and oak trees
tales to tell of holidays
fenland scenes,churches,barns
all that makes the east
so different from the west,
flat and black-soil fields
I missed the green and white
of Wales,red kites and yes the rain.
But best of all,at least for me
thick brown hair, with its hint of grey
and pretty eyes that smile all day.