Every morning when I wake up

I open my eyes and look at the Marlborough Downs

Unless it is misty

Or if the rain is hard

Then all I can see is the rough grey road

Today the mist is quite thick

Almost fog

And I have bored of the road

Quite quickly

So I join you in our warm shared bed

And lay on your welcoming breasts

Together we begin to sing songs

Songs of mist milk and honey