Before the Join
He doesn't say much to anyone
Sits in his rocking chair with a grin.
Looks to his wife to interpret most things.
That's the definition of true love,
Despite being deaf, his sweethearts' voice is clear.
She calls questions, which trigger memories
You tell us where we sit should be a field
With ponds and frogs and newts,
You tell us, half a century ago you walked
Through the grass at night, up to Hempdykes,
You saw a floating grey cloud drawing near.
You braved the spector; it was a horse.