Spring morning with a radio

 Eating bread that is firm to the tooth
yielding it's yeasty goodness in the morning
with  golden butter churned from cream
from cows munching in the green

Grass grows and the rivers flow
For drinking springs of purity
For cups of tea and scotch whiskey
Rain falls and we make love

Sun rays sheering past dark clouds
Warming the backs of woolly sheep
With lambs, white like innocence
they wear away, the hilly paths

listen to the whispers from the radio
arid utterances from the stinking river
brown and putrid our just deserts and drought
pour out the sorrow and fetch a needle to darn

the hole is growing even bigger
Worn as we are and deaf to the noise
of highways and byways and fingers on triggers
who killed the rabbi and children for why and what for ?

Spring clean our hearts give thanks for our bread
Bathe our children in bubbles of laughter
Clean water flows for us all in love
Giving peace to the living and maybe the dead