…this is a Song for you…
laid-down before the September grass
all ways your class have I known
blowin’ not unlike the Master
in the wind…
 
Melinda
comes to say
not one like you
before/after the wars
go on-&-on
like Bishops to rook
look!, yes
their castles made of sand
 
blackbird sings in the dead of night
our sunken eyes learned to see
comin’ down, comin’ down
we come here together
I know you you’ll know me
‘cross the abbey’s road
 
in my mind
I’m goin’ to the Heights
to this (tough)…town
It’s enough to be on my way…and
old pal, haven’t we met?,
afore the staged cars,
in the cottoncandy parade
you and me and the Sandman
ope’d up the windows
and let us in…
 
…this is a Song for you…
not so far away
too soon
laid-down before the September grass
good to be home again…
like a funny, left-over dram?
Mary
traversing the 500 miles offward the October Road…
I had this
fire & rainy day saved
and
while my guitar gently weeps
It’s Peaceful…
so long old pal.  

— H. E. Mantel