Youth Rock Perspective

Cacophonous song Bad Idea

strummed out by the sea, 

drummed out of the park

swept through the alleyways 

squeezed among the shops and flats

raked round the brambles,

rolled along the hedgerows, across treetops

and washed up the hillside;

its mellifluous soul finally

echoing softly in our distant garden.

 © Philip Knight 2018