Ode to an ex-wellies girl

The wind blowing in these lowlands,what new flame she ignites?some nights,some days.The girl living in St. Aubins,what new life form is this?Made of beaches and sandy shores,not too unlike those of wellies.A girl from Carlisle;made of sugar and spice and liquorice,Perhaps of complex issues,and lips so cherry.The ex-wellie girl,who has perhaps poured a bucketful,into Kleenex tissue,perhaps loved truckloads,like the ocean depth,she now blows in these grasslands,unrelentingly, unendingly, ever gently,to signal times of change,whilst able to drive us mad,to drive me mad,without even trying so hard.D E Wasake23 October 2008"C.D"