‘Back To The Old House’

The hairdressers who first permed my hair

The record shop that’s no longer there

The place the first ring pierced my nose

The stall that sold those second hand clothes

The school that taught me how to grow

The man who showed me all I know

The pub I was in every Saturday night

The doorway where I held you tight

The café where I laughed and cried

The club where I danced eyes open wide

The hospital visit that left a scar

The venue where I lost my bra       

For all the hours spent here

Both good and bad

I know they were the best

I’ve ever had

Home Of The Brave

This
country
is
my
home
now

Of
that
there
is
no
doubt

If
I
had
not
followed
you
here

Then
I’d
never
have
found
that
out

À La Kerouac

Back on
the road
again

Travelling
all alone

I’m not
stopping
this time

Until I
find a
place to
call home

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