From the Port of Pillgwenlly
I headed out to sea
to be free and to see
black & amber bees
tall swaying tropical trees?
I met with folks
with singing bowls for souls
dust and oil
gold leaf foil
stay a day too long on the trail
you'll end up in jail and you wont get bail
existence of hand to mouth
but what berries were brought to the table
so blue and so red as to enhance this fable
an invisible chain gang
a clanking
the guard was the mind
that kept stoking
and repeating
"vagrants, vagabonds, itinerants, hobos"
the court of miracles
astride a puffing billy
cans akimbo filled at the well
a slurping and a burping
despite impressions to the contrary
life was hell
because there were laws to tie you down
Sheriff & Marshall beat you
over the back of the head
with a frown
Go Down
John Brown
Portland Street in Pill was the birthplace, in 1871, of the famous "Tramp Poet" W. H. Davies and the nearby Church House Inn, where he was brought up by his grandparents, has a commemorative blue plaque.
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