thyme travel


thyme travel ( levart emyht )

walking ‘fore the snowdrops

christen sleeping beds

roaming like a roman

or a saxon on a plod

feet upon the cobbles

or a ruddy muddy path

wafting herbal scents

not rabid badger musk

up before tomorrow

humming old folk rope

striding like a viking

or a georgian soldier soul

springs within my plimsolls

& a spriglet of the green stuff

tucked like a friar

in my anorak pocket