Jim McDonald

Rookie (1973 / York)

Penny Farthing

On a crisp Kent Autumn morning
My father throwing sticks, tennis balls, even his car keys
into a brown horsechestnut tree.
Down came showers of leaves and conkers.
Bending over me, he cracked the green shells
to reveal beautiful polished worlds:
small brown heavens of child treasure.
His huge hands rolling the conkers over, cleaning them,
and handing them to me.

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