Henry - Bodi Bill

Countryside — henry turns over

His potato (resting) field to the left of his house

Windmill noises sound like the rush of the sea

He gave me the curtain he used to look through

He’s reached the deadend of the rails

Walks off the beaten track

Henry is a lonesome man

From a hundred years ago

Grown up in a time of change

Never lost his childish glow

The wind is telling of a lonely son

The copper stain from years to come

He is taking pictures of the sun

Decided for the calm (the neighbors house stays calm)

Countryside — henry’s up early

Awaking to the sparse empty land

The isolation is hard to stand

What love is there to demand

There is a field in grid, a path, a hand

A glance, a grasp, a word at a strand