Life is too short to live without poetry

Day 104

The Sunday before the dreaded Monday and the dreaded school run after two glorious weeks off.

So we played Lego and ate dried cereal in our onesies before heading out over Cannock Chase (Birches Valley). The soundtrack to our little road trip was the brilliant Frank Turner and Poetry of the Deed which the boy loves especially Dan's Song and Our lady of the campfire, along with the title track.

We walked for a good hour and a half, most of which I was serenaded by Roo singing '22 songs about poo and wee'. They all pretty much sounded the same - total gibberish inter dispersed with the odd 'poo' and the odd 'wee'. My ears actually bled!

It was a relief to reach the recycled drums and hear him bash them to pieces before finishing off a fab afternoon with a massiove ice cream.

I think the day is best summed up by the last few lyrics of Poetry of the Deed

Enough with words and technical theses
Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces
We can choose, we can change and if we don't
We're just afraid of living life like we're loved
And in love and alive to all the things we could be
If we just believed that life

Life is too short to live without poetry
If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me

Life is too long to just sing the one song
So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone