There was a man here once
I used to believe he was a giant,
his skin was once described as a newly ripened conker
This man was my grandfather
this place is my heart
I cannot see you here now
your chair is so cold
the service not yet happened,
I'm on the plane,
on my to say goodbye to the man,again,
to hold Grandmothers hand
and to weep for grief
Its a long way till that day
at least twelve thousand miles
I dont miss you,
They'll take you to Blencathra
I wont,
I'll be home, with Kapiti island
one day i might put a stone on a cairn,
every cairn i find on Blencathra,
but till then i remain distant.