ballade of middle day

clouds scud across a watery blue sky
you catch the whole thing with a glance
no birds at noon could ever want to fly
the sprinklers operate with elegance
there's nothing here that's left to chance
within we don't hear one false sound
good music the calm silence will enhance
each of us claims our little bit of ground

the rubbish van has now been by
i sit here thinking almost in a trance
there's so much left that i must try
travel once more to spain and france
write words that will my hopes advance
see what new chores will come around
in hope that we'll have more romance
each of us claims our little bit of ground

it's not a time either to laugh or cry
the thought of night must each entrance
there's never need to be snide or sly
no knight will this day break his lance
nor yet in armour take his proper stance
in hope that none will climb the mound
there's no steed here to stamp or prance
each of us claims our little bit of ground

prince these are no matters of high finance
we'll not hear speech of dollar nor of pound
instead we've summoned all to the next dance
each of us claims our little bit of ground