Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,635 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Wheelbarrow… - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Father, father, wheel me in your wheelbarrow.
I'll pretend I'm the plough & the harrow
And I'll help you sow a new tomorrow.

Father, father, I'll I won't be a bucking 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 body is 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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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 29, 2017


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