Oskar Hansen Poems
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...And It Was Her Summer
…And It Was Her Summer
“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...
The Vanishing Key
The vanishing key
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn`t find the key
Hence he never got home.