The Journey.

    First place I would go, would be the Post Office, because I don’t have a passport anymore, you see I’ve been banned from most countries for smuggling in bad poetry.                                                                                                                                 

     Seriously, I would love to go to Sweden again to see the wife of my old friend Classe, who died in a tragic accident a few years ago, he was driving to his adopted sons birthday party, when a tree came down on his car in a storm.  Classe  and his wife had two adopted children from India, a really special family. Last time we went, we went to visit Classe’s grave, and I did some repair work etc for his wife, I stood in Classe’s workshop, scared to touch anything, his presence was so strong. I still miss him so much!

      Switzerland, would be my next port of call, to see our friends Daniel and Carmen, Daniel is struggling with his legs, and vision., he lost his driving licence, cars were his world, especially his little Hillman Imp, he always wore a kilt to drive it, as Imps were built in Scotland. We had such a lovely time last time we visited, Daniel took us everywhere. He’s a huge fan of everything British and we managed to smuggle him an old pub sign in the bottom of our camping trailer. We had gone on the ferry in our old classic car. The customs pulled us over, we thought we’d had it!  It turned out they just wanted to look at the car, so we got to jump the  queue. Daniel still has the sign, it hangs at the back of his house near the old red British telephone box.

Some Dylan,

“If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go, but for now, I just sit here so contentedly, and watch the river flow” From Watching the River Flow, which never appeared on official album, only a greatest hits compilation, that’s Bob for you! In that collection of previously unreleased is also a beautiful love song “Tomorrow is a Long Time” Beautiful in its simplicity.

Plane to Happiness.

     I would like to fly to a place of happiness, where greed does not exist, no money, violence, or cruelty, the offer to fly there I could not resist.

     When I land the others there would welcome me with open arms, no money, no guns, tanks or war planes, just green fields, schools and farms.

     If such a place it should exist though, maybe it be best kept secret and covert, as the majority on this earth only know how to corrupt and pervert.

Words by Meadowhead Bard.