Piers

On the wall

Opposite my bed

There is a letter box

And through this letter box

I can see all the piers in Montenegro

 

Trains

Felix Lane

Waited for a train

Which never came

Each day was the same

Nobody took the blame

In Montenegro

 

Horses

As the step mists

Crept towards the cherry red sky

Two horses in their winter coats

Listened to the Montenegro Blues