Neil Leadbeater Poems

Some days you hope for chub
but the fish in their chub-holes
just won't bite -
their presence simply eludes you.
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Starting is the best.
As I hold the sack waist high
a foot in each corner
for the race ahead
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Renton Road Allotments were on the other side of town
somewhere you'd never been to
but it conjured up the conviviality
of mixing with people from different cultures
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Great trains came here.

We used to wave them on as if we could help them on their way;
enjoyed the rush of windows picking up speed a mile out
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