Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
...
he's there
grey hair balding
on the stage
facing the rows
...
Locked in their minds,
hidden behind masks,
books carry their own lives with them,
lives in ranks,
...
he grew old
worrying about being old
not expecting to reach
this age-old problem
...
Piled high among the ruins of leaving,
The shattered hopes and wasted dreams,
The age-old, dated books and wicked papers
That forced the countless ones to sweat in summer;
...
A kind of poetry in the telling
and a hint of fear in the eye
but inside a sense of adventure
waiting to happen.
...
She's the boss. Purring, snaring
Many with that smiling, feline countenance.
She rubs her words against you, a tiger waiting to pounce.
When SHE smiles near, everyone wonders
...
Since genes were discovered
the trendy, wilful young
have unwittingly
set out to prove
...
I stare at the picture:
my father at thirteen.
The boy who saved the day,
keeping goal for the school team.
...
He was judged by the old university to be
A man about whom nothing bad could be said
And all of his colleagues were certain that he
Knew enough about words to deserve a degree
...
They were the cheated generation:
Young between two wars
Then trapped in promises
Of better times to come,
...
Old age is
When the winter is never-ending
And bones groan through
...
If Shakespeare died today
would the lights of Broadway
be lowered
and the BBC World Service
...
This is the city of which we sang,
Of which we were encouraged to dream,
For which our hearts each missed a beat
As we thought of the mushroom clouds.
...
lipstick, smug,
superior,
a fixed expression
on her unresourceful face,
...
Can't spell?
Can't speak?
Why not teach English
To the meek?
...
They stripped me down beyond bare essentials -
Even now I can't tell the new from the old -
Dressed me in the finest green and black livery
...
The season of butterflies is the season of dragonflies
Hovering in a breeze that controls their fate.
Seen like that, trying to keep control, but edging forward,
...
Len Webster says his main claim to fame was becoming the first person ever to be attacked by a monkey in a Smethwick street. The trauma was not enough to prevent him from travelling widely..though he continued to hold a deep grudge against monkeys!)
Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...'
Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
Childhood Is
running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed
Childhood Is
ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal
Childhood Is
being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)
Childhood Is
a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel
Childhood Is
a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses