And here's a breaker from the music, Bit of poetry, Why not try, I did think, This is light, Like the time I lived, In my mind, For I had words, Released from my mind, Tell the people, You did not die, So here you are, In a pub, Loving the moment, And The People, Summers here, Follow the sun, Says our genes, Now the summers back for the Nomads, Happiness returns to Britons the people, And we will demand, Great fun and joy, For whose to say, We cannot, No one toy, With anything but pure fun for summer, With Summer Solstice passed, The Nomads know, Summers joy, here to go, we do say, much more to play. God And The Goddess Are Great And True. James.

© James Alexander