That's The Bricks Kid. Poem by Jeff Taylor

Nearer and nearer we creeped on our fannies
pulling weeds and talking of humanity.
Talking of quantum physics and ants
and clearing the path that leads towards the door,
sharing in conversations treasured.

An older and a younger man
kindred spirits on the cosmic planes
both of us enjoying the views
of ants and grasshoppers and curious things
things that either of us don't know.

Look around you, what do you see?
The space 15 feet around, a galaxy.
A myriad of plant species
All of them within arms reach.
All of them reaching.

All of the conversations I have had
with friends and men that I do not understand
and somehow find relief in the fact
that I can see a future in them,
a future that I can understand.

All of my life I have longed for a father
A man to stand tall and not to be bothered
from working in the sun and the grass,
who enjoys a little sweat and conversation.
Now I feel I have.

That's not to say I don't love my old man
but there is something you must understand.
The old man has spent his whole life away
drive a truck yesterday and today,
watching yellow and white lines pass.

So I have looked up to many men
My Grandfather, Jim, and Mister Fieden.
But I have yet to have such a good friend
with a curt sense of words, thoughts, and sense
of humour and human compassion.

And I know the one that I talk of will understand,
through the longest poem I have yet submitted,
that I write from the heart and not from the brain,
and if my words sometimes get rearranged,
that I write of love, and friendship, and things
that become undefinable when you think,
and they are better expressed through feeling,
and I appreciate everything that you have done for me.