If. Poem by Tom Allport

It spins west to east
There are forests on it, towns, lakes
big hairy mooses and sun shine
In one place the rain is pelting down
on Manchester
In Silicone Valley chips are being made
You can also see
A salmon being caught by a bear
A drunken couple being married by
an Elvis lookalike
A fire being doused by many hands
A happy faced person winning a bet
This is life
The reality of being
Who said so?
A famous artist with their brush
But what happens if they lose their
favourite brush?
They will curse and swear
Just like everyone else!