My wife and I were camping
On Thistledown Common
We were snug and naked
In our joint sleeping bag
Our aim was to photograph
Dawn breaking her night colour
And painting the skies passion
But that did not happen
As we were awoken by a helicopter
Which was hovering above us
The down draft blew our clothes
That had been drying on a line
Into the infinity of the future
To make matters worse motorbikes
Were being released on parachutes
High above us with a careless abandon
Rosy and I fled our tent in a panic
Fearing that these great machines
Would crush the life from our bones
As we were alone we did not cover our modesty
And were further amazed when the motorbikes
Changed into bicycles as they drifted downwards
It was then that we realised that we were not alone
As we were naked in the centre of a busy carnival
We made a run for our tent but it was being used
By a group of doctors dispensing vaccines pennyeach
A women smiled at me as she cycled past
And her husband enquired of the tattoo on Rosy’s bum
As it was an obscure quotation written in Early Latin
To add to our confusion my camera
Started talking to us both
It was recording all our images
Good and bad
A dream is a dream and only a dream
Our brittle alarm clock was earning its keep
And was slowly arousing us from our mysterious sleep
We were snug in each others arms but slowly dressed
And scrambled out of our lonely tent
Gasping at once at the morning light
That was so very beautiful bold and bright
Orange Blue Orange Blue Red Green and Gold