Let me tell you about my hammock
Between the silver birch trees
At the old family home
Where I spent days
In a sun drenched haze
Listening and reading great art
Filling with peace my tortured heart
No deadlines, no dramas, no death
Safe and sound, no one around
Just the breeze and the birds and the soothing words
Of Vonnegut, Pilger, Chomsky, Hemingway
Filling my soul with the chosen way
Of grace under pressure
Truth above profit
And love before all else
But what was important
Was to learn that in life
There is some simple good
To be found in moments of respite
From fighting the good fight
