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Hunger Hill Farm

Darling, where've I been?
I've been out driving
I'm driving again
down summer lanes, at night
in the faded light
like I used to do
when I was young
back before I knew you
back before all of this, now

I've been out driving
where my mind is freed
I can think, but I don't have to
Just keep the car on the road
and along I go
the music playing loud
louder than you'd allow
how I so love to hear it
feeling the place and time
like it is an ancient place and time

So where I've been is really 'when'
I've been back to where I fell in love
with a life so open wide
with so much opportunity
there was for me
so much I could have been
and though the car was empty
I swear I could hear my old friends there, talking
voices coming from the back seats
and they were laughing
Oh, how I've missed that sound

I've been out floating
through the streets and villages
beyond the commuter-belt handcuffs
hurtling down that slick-black river of road
sometimes I stop the car
in the ditch by Hunger Hill Farm
and lie on its metal roof
watching the stars
timeless, unfazed, above me
like I did when I was younger
like when I first met you...

Sometimes, I imagine you're beside me
but the 'you' when I first met you
so free, so open, so in love with everything
and she whispers in my ear
"All of this is ours
whatever we may want
we... may... yet... be..."
and I smile with shining eyes

I'm sure I loved you
I'm sure I loved you then

Then I slowly drive back home
you hound me for where I've been
then complain about your day
I open my first beer, open the window
and imagine I'm still out there, somewhere...

I'll always be out there
I'll always be out there somewhere

(2009)

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Francine

Mon 19th Apr 2010 21:02

I love the feeling of being free to wander off, both mentally, and physically...

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 19th Apr 2010 16:39

A heart gripper. Compelling in its universal pathos and beautifully written.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 19th Apr 2010 13:06

A lovely poem Thomas. The last two lines finish it off perfectly. We should all be out there looking up at the stars! xx

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