Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

I Live Where I Am, Where I Am I Live.

Another unspecific question ! I love the universe I live in, I love the planet I live on, I love England my place of birth. Usually when people ask me where I live my trite answer is “here” because I am alive in that place, at that particular time, and most of the time I love where I am.
Should the question refer to my “Dwelling” then that’s a tough question. If you could see my house from above, you would see, at the front, a main road with all the drawbacks that entails, general traffic, but then ambulances, police sirens, fire engine sirens, motor cycles with a noise that makes one’s eyeballs vibrate, rowdy people coming from the pubs.
The back of the house, beautiful park and woodland, birds singing in the morning, badgers and foxes visiting it’s like having a 248 acre garden. I have made this house as “eco” as I can, solar panels, rain water to flush the WCs, wood burner, insulation everywhere. So yes bitter sweet. If I could cut off the top floor, then move the rest into the countryside, with a little plot of land, plant chickens, and keep vegetables for their eggs, that would be my dream.

I love where I live,

I can only live where I am, I can’t live over there if I’m here. Once I leave here I can live over there, and everywhere in between.

If you see me somewhere else, it could be anywhere. You will see me where I am, please tell me where I’ve been.

I am here in the here and now, there is no other way, but pretty soon I won’t be here, I’ll be away on holiday.

Two hundred miles I’ll travel, to the New Forest green and lush, just pigs, cows and ponies, to come, home they’ll be no rush.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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