James H.C King

Rookie (1974 / South Lanarkshire Scotland)

Cream And Honey

Cream and honey for all your money, all your power and might
but by come the day the four seasons song, the bird flew into the night
in crevises deep we spore and we reep, like miners deep in a hole
your darkest of night yon blinding light its torment blackened in coal
for the anwhere that is there, is one without care, for a wheel that has no given path
we murmer in speech, try far out our reach, to a breach neither can laugh

outwith the sunshine, yon entwined in thorny bind, to a l

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