Time Machine
Sat on a tree trunk
Looked at my muddy boots
Incredible day
An electric shock of happiness
My gist is sharp as before
I see the splendour
Fine rain is as cooling silk
I will not leave now
But if the stop-clock tells time
Not regret a life well lived
Sail-ship’s tarpaulin
Voyaging the blue expanse
Timeless legionnaires
Sand dune coloured castles
And the last shot has been fired