Wheelbarrow… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Father, father, wheel me in your wheelbarrow.
I'll pretend I'm the plough & the harrow
and I'll help you sow a new tomorrow.

Father, father, I'll be a bucking bronco
I'll pretend I'm on my swan white-pedalo
I'm gently sailing down the moonlit Congo.

Father, father, you've grown six-foot-four
your body is built-like an arching barn door
tip-me-out and lift-me up to heaven off the floor.

Father, father, I was so young and-so-small
like a cornflower. And you were so tall
you were like blue skies to me, a loving Neanderthal.