Once I was very very ill and I re-read the books of my childhood
One of them being the Observer Book of Wild Flowers,
Published in 1951.
A gift from mother
It described flowers I had never seen and a world I had not seen.
I had a dream of a world filled with such flowers and such life as there once must surely have been.
Years later I travelled through mountains to a farm and I awoke on the 7th August 2007 and I walked out at dawn into the fields.
I climbed a hill and I turned and I saw it: the luminous landscape of my dream rising out of deep, brown soil in brilliant sunshine under a cloudless blue expanse.
Then I wrote this song.......
It’s the first time I have been at the wheels of control(digital mixing machine)
I need to go back to the woods now to regain my composure.
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