Lost Boy Poem by john mcleish

Lost Boy



Doc Martens on the beach
surfer punks rule, O.K
roond bonfire, drink and fight
come morn', ride waves a' day

exiled, fay oor hemland
stolen, fay oor kin
fur we are the Lost Boy generation
the Anglo Saxon, immigrant

Friday, March 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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