RAIN CLOUDS OVERHEAD

             AS DARK RAINCLOUDS PASS ABOVE MY HEAD
             LIKE SMOKE FROM A DAP FACTORY ON FIRE
             UNDER THE BLUE SHEEPS WOOL CUMULUS SKY
             AND THE HEAT OF A SUMMERS DAY HAS EVAPORATED
             REPLACED BY THE TOUCH OF A DEAD MANS HAND
             WELL NOT QUITE DEAD , BUT CERTAINLY UNWELL

             THE MOUNTAINS TO THE SOUTHERN VIEW
             HOLD THE FORM OF A RIPE FEMALES UNDULATIONS
             TOPPED HERE AND THERE WITH CHILDRENS SEASIDE WINDMILLS
             LEFT THERE TO ROTATE FOR TWENTY AUGUST BANK HOLIDAYS
             UNTIL THEY SEIZE UP LIKE AN OLD MINERS KNEES
             AND STAND WILTING LIKE LAST SEASONS DAFFODILS

             THE SCREECHING TYRES OF THE SATURDAY NIGHT BOYS
             LARKING ABOUT IN THE TOWNS UNLOVED STREETS
             CAUSING SMOKE TO ADD TO THE FACTORY BILLOWS
             THAT LEAVE AN ELDERLY MAN COUGHING AND WHEEZING
             HOLDING ONTO A PELICAN FOR DEAR LIFE
             CURSING THE BOYS AND LIFE UNDERGROUND

             AS LIGHTS IGNITE FROM THE TERRACES
             THAT ONCE HELD MINERS, LAMPS AND LAUGHS
             BUT NOW CONTAIN JOBLESS YOUTHS AND HOPE
             HOPE FOR A BRIGHTER FUTURE ABOVE THE GROUND
             A CHANCE TO INHALE A SWEETER PURER AIR
             THAT WILL NOT CHOKE THEIR YOUTHFUL SPIRIT