Those of you who don't really know me (yet) are probably blissfully unaware that apart from having an interest in many odd and off the wall things, one of my main loves is to write song lyrics and / or poetry.
I began this at an early age by writing lyrics (and at the age of 15 (ish) I was called at home* by none other than George Harrison (yes The Beatle!!!) and complemented on the lyrics of a song that he had heard. That spurred me on and during the years since I have been fortunate enough to have quite a number of songs published, recorded by other artists and in addition I have a number of poetry books currently in print.
This poem is one that dates from 2016 and was inspired by a trip to one of my absolute favourite places in England - GLASTONBURY.
It subsequently became a song..................and I still perform it live during some of my gigs
I began this at an early age by writing lyrics (and at the age of 15 (ish) I was called at home* by none other than George Harrison (yes The Beatle!!!) and complemented on the lyrics of a song that he had heard. That spurred me on and during the years since I have been fortunate enough to have quite a number of songs published, recorded by other artists and in addition I have a number of poetry books currently in print.
This poem is one that dates from 2016 and was inspired by a trip to one of my absolute favourite places in England - GLASTONBURY.
It subsequently became a song..................and I still perform it live during some of my gigs
Somerset Levels
Walking alone on the Somerset Levels
I spied a tramp with a steely grey eye
He spoke to me, asked where I was going
I didn't think he would understand why.
I walk these paths from dawn until sunset
Never before has someone asked why
Trudging these ways in search of my true love
She walked away just as Elspeth was five
He took my hand an held it quiet firmly
Look in my eyes he whispered aloud
Deep in those pools I saw my wife dancing
She danced in white to the beat of the ground
"Raven" I cried but she did not hear me
She and the Goddess are one and the same
She had the Crescent in blue on her forehead
And now my mind can understand why
Walking alone on the Somerset Levels
I spied a tramp with a steely grey eye
He spoke to me, asked where I was going
And now I know that he understood why
©2016 Dave Baxter
©2014 wytchwynd photography |
*to learn more of how that came about you will need to get yourself a copy of my forthcoming book The Stars and I"
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