I think I Won’t Go Home Just Yet

I think I won’t go home just yet

I’ll jump a train

to the ocean shore

Sit on the beach,

sleep and snore

Awake to the cry

of a seagull mum

calling her baby

to journey on

Ride a ship

on a moonlit night

ocean breeze

better wrap up tight

As water laps

against the stern

rhythmic sounds

sing and yearn

let’s go.

I think I won’t go home just yet

I’ll catch a plane

to the Loch Ness bog

And see if Nellie’s

fish or log

And stand among

the Scottish pine

lose myself

in thought and time

Hop the isles

to the English Moor

Listen to some

Gothic lore –

ghostly tales

of wand and wane

Make me wish

for home again.