Home to a poem
Really enjoyed the last two shows of a road trip that started last July. Leicester Cathedral was a dramatic setting and Rugby was an emotional night..thanks to those of you who were there for coming out. As i said at the gig`s i feel i have to ( as a famous Irish band once said) dream the whole thing up again for a while.n the meantime the EP hit the shops today and i`m really pleased with the way it looks. The songbook will not be far behind. I`m going to get the next PQ CD together in the next ten days or so and mix the FFA album..then the first MJ studio album since 99. Came home to this poem from my daughter Harriet..its good to know i can spend some decent time with everyone at last.A Snowy dayThe dragon's breath had breathed onto our window like frost Diamonds full of glitter fell from the soft feathery clouds The ground was covered with sugar The world was like a white sugar cake The river was like a frozen ice lolly, as still as a rock There was white fairy dust on the roofs of houses The fairy dust was twinkling and glistening like the sound of Christmas bells The day faded like a fading ghost The white frosty moon winked at me through my window And my sleep carried me away to a world of dreamsHarriet Joseph aged 9