Summer On The West Hill

From my seat I see the fields move by, coulours strong, it's been a long, long time. It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill. I lean back and let my eyes just go floating now where they want to float. They seem to take to the horizon. Now I know there is a world beyond the small place I was coming from. I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere. I will never know the names of these places that I travel through to reach the coastline- I've been told I will be there in time. Please oceancloud, let there be no storm on the crossing below