This Sunday morning
Do I hear a lark sing
Heralding spring?
I really don’t know
It could be a crow
For all I know
The first lark of spring
Is that a thing?
Or is it the cuckoo
I really don’t know
It could be an emu
For all I know
Is there any way to prove
That north is up
and south is down?
I really don’t know
It could be sideways
For all I know
I suppose if steam rose off the sun
In one direction or other
this might show, but
I really don’t know
Physics could have it wrong
For all I know
Much of life is guesswork
Looking back or fore
Does it make a difference?
I really don’t know
Maybe I’m here alone
For all I know
Brinkinfield 