POEMS



THE ROAD HOME-o- by Dennis Vasey

My home land you are calling me, across the sunlit hills
I hear the echo of your voice, my heart within me thrills
ONly a few miles to go, to see the place I used to know
Will I find things the same, now I have fortune and fame
Here the road is long and wide, do I remember this! Countryside?
The cars go past, there is nothing but speed
Is this where I rode that beautiful steed?

Down the side of the mountain, with the river beyond
River, what river? Now only a pond
I looked to the right, to see the sheep and the lamb
No animals grazed there, they have built a new dam, DAMN!
Around the bend, to the place where my friend and I fished
They can't have spoiled that, I crossed my fingers and wished
There! On the notice TACKLE for hire
Closed from last August because to the fire

I drove to the harbour and leaned over the wall
Then saw a figure in uniform tall
He was writing in a book, by my car in the bay
He winked and he smiled and said, "First one today"
There's old JIM, will you come for a drink
"I'd like to," said he, "But lucky you'll be"
"Cliff went last week and the pubs in the sea!"
MY home land in calling me across the sunlit hills
I hear the echo of your voice, I'M GLAD I TOOK MY PILLS