30.10

I lived my life on a tiny island
where I knew every cove and creek
And I knew the oystercatcher's cry
And the curlew's call and the barnowl's shreik 

I'm a country man and an island man
And I know the scent of a mossy glade
And I've lived surrounded by miles of bog
In a cottage of stone and mortar made 

One day I sat at my warm turf fire 
With a new computer by my side 
And a wire from the laptop through the wall 
Snaked out to roam the web worldwide 

The wire coiled out from my island home 
Across the seas and oceans wide 
It searched the the East the North and West 
And brought the world to my fireside 

And so it searched I knew not where 
For many weeks in foreign parts 
Til an island lass tuned to the vibes 
By the copper cables stole my heart 

I left the safety of my green isle 
And followed the web that drew me on 
By train and plane and motorway 
to a village called South Ockendon. 

I was happy on my safe green island 
By cool blue lakes and brown tilled fields
But another life was calling me
By a motorway M twenty five.