Here And There. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

My back garden fence separates
Whitecrook from Glasgow here.
I walk the length, go through the gates,
No longer here, I’m there.

There is known as Whitecrook,
A funny sort of place.
It’s strange by name and people look
A different breed and race!

When I go out to play with friends
My mum knows I go there.
She’ll call across our picket fence,
“Get out of there, come here”!

Why give names to places
When here and there will do?
Maybe you could ask my dad?
I’ll leave that up to you!

I asked a simple question once
And knew he was amused.
He smiled, answered “here and there”,
I’m totally confused!

If all the adults in our Quad
Agree to living here,
Then we would know where there is,
I think that’s pretty clear.