Martha Tilston

I'm an acorn first I'm an old oak next I'm a girl dancing in her thinnest dress I'm the floodplains of England in this climate new, I'm the silk worm in the fingers of a sweatshop youth, Both of us getting squeezed for the riches of the few. Give me

The cape, the coastal path, the waves crashing, under our feet subsawning shaking cliff we climb over the rocks and scrape our skin Didn't I say I'd love you 'til the caves fall in, Didn't I say I'd love you 'til the caves fall in. Well I love you st