I was sitting drinking tea
Which was all I’ve done all-day
When I heard a distant street trading man
I wonder – what did he say?
“Allbarkannoy, Allbarkannoy”
It would be nice to go and find him
To see just what he sells
I’d love to eat something nice
Strange, exotic, sweet smells
But the trades cry disappeared
Like a man who drowned in air
A man who pulled the wind on wheels
A man who was not there
Allbarkannoy, he called, allbarkannoy
Just what he was selling
I couldn’t tell from his cry
But maybe I’d mistaken him
For a man adrift at sea
Who’s just sighted land at last
And called out to me
Allbarkannoy, he called allbarkannoy
The words drifted on the wind
In a twilight zone
I wandered around my flat
Until I felt alone
While pulling a wagon made of wind
On wheels that rolled on water
A sailor trading with the sky
His mermaid for your daughter
Allbarkannoy, I heard him calling in my ear
But when I looked to find him
He’d simply disappeared
21 April
These are such lovely words, Michael. Great poem… song?
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Thank you, Chris, your comments are always constructive and positive and I always like what you have to say. Yes, it could be a song. But there’s nothing to anchor it into reality.
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