hallaig
03-20-2012, 08:31 AM
What a Beautiful Day it is in the Farmers Arms
The sun is out, though it's cold, rumour goes.
Funny how so many people say what a beautiful day,
when the light is through the thick eye of a window.
Of course they might have read the forecast,
or are keen to show they don’t stay here,
that they have a rich well rounded life
and only popped in for ten pints between
going for the paper and taking the kids on their bikes.
Cider seems luminous as the sun today
and I feel very much connected with things.
In this age of information I can see perfectly
by phone or text how my life is reducing
to a point where, like the glass, only air
and some light foam are left. I should see a doctor
but they are so rarely in the pub. There’s a man
who makes pies though , and I know it’s not
the same thing, but he says it’s a beautiful day too.
The sun is out, though it's cold, rumour goes.
Funny how so many people say what a beautiful day,
when the light is through the thick eye of a window.
Of course they might have read the forecast,
or are keen to show they don’t stay here,
that they have a rich well rounded life
and only popped in for ten pints between
going for the paper and taking the kids on their bikes.
Cider seems luminous as the sun today
and I feel very much connected with things.
In this age of information I can see perfectly
by phone or text how my life is reducing
to a point where, like the glass, only air
and some light foam are left. I should see a doctor
but they are so rarely in the pub. There’s a man
who makes pies though , and I know it’s not
the same thing, but he says it’s a beautiful day too.