Wheelbarrow… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Father, father, wheel me in your wheelbarrow.
I'll pretend I am the Plough & farrow
And I'll help you sow a new tomorrow.
Father, father, I promise to sit still I won't bronco
I'll pretend I'm on my swan white pedalo
I'm gently sailing down the moonlit Congo.
Father, father you've grown six-foot-four
Your bodies built like an arching barn door
Tip me out and lift me up to heaven off the floor.
Father, father, I was so young and so, small
Like a cornflower. And you were so, tall
You were like blue skies to me, a loving Neanderthal
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