A cart track in Yorkshire
A cart track in Devon
A cart track in Lincolnshire
Not that I had a cart
But a way of restful walking
On sunshine afternoons
No thoughts to the labour
No thoughts to the traveller
No thoughts to the horse and cart
Not that I had a lack of thoughts
For thoughts were all I knew
Thoughts of where I was, and where I wasn’t
Then, as the thoughts ran out
And the light began to fade
It was time to turn to parchment
To write what I wanted to write
To write what I needed to write
To write what I could or couldn’t say
A house became a home in Yorkshire
A house became a home in Devon
A house became a home in Lincolnshire
