Locked out of my house
\nIt\u2019s A Saturday
\nBeen looking at houses
\nSomething to see
\nWith my sad legs
\nIt\u2019s not easy for me
\nBut the suns out this morning
\nAnd in Ashridge I be<\/p>\n
Watching couples with hounds
\nPark up and go
\nThe trees in the background
\nA grassy hollow
\nThe dog bounding this way
\nAnd that way I see
\nAshridge resplendent
\nIn pure harmony
\nLooking about at the bracken now gold
\nThe tousle of branches
\nLeaflessly sold<\/p>\n
All shades of green
\nSwaying away
\nA demeanour of overcast
\nThis Saturday
\nIt\u2019s ever changeable
\nA bit like my mood
\nWith pain in my hips
\nThat seems to exude<\/p>\n
I am in the wrong most of the time
\nTo be dead isn\u2019t so
\nbad
\nHaving to climb
\nout of morose
\ninto some sort of joy
\nIs a heck of journey
\nFor me to employ<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Locked out of my house It\u2019s A Saturday Been looking at houses Something to see With my sad legs It\u2019s not easy for me But the suns out this morning And in Ashridge I be Watching couples with hounds Park … Continue reading