Homage To My Friend Davie Milne. Poem by D.A. Woods

My friend Davie grew up in a hostile environment and as a child scared to go home,
why shouldn't he be? ? his step dad broke countless bones,
black eyes and beaten. He ran away when he was fourteen, he couldn't go back to Moir green, that's where his dark cloud see's.

He lived between us friends, home to home, when he was sixteen,
this was his dream.
Gonna find me a girl, move way out of this dump, raise a family, my cards are trump.

Davie was 5ft 4' red haired fella,
a whatever you can do, I can do it better,
always drunkenly arguing with charlotte,
we all loved watching the wars unfold, but you'd always get her.

you moved down to Newcastle, wife in tow,
you loved it there a new family could grow.
you got a job and newly just past your driving test,
but being you - 'its kosher, see me now at driving, I'm the best, at 36? ?

on that fateful drive from Newcastle to Aberdeen,
you took your wife, another child and this new-born cause your mamma ain't yet seen.
yes I can do this, just past my test, rainy April day - I bet full steam.

We all lost something so dear and precious to us because that day.
God got 4 angels that day.