Loyalty.
What a day, fresh dew in may.
Cobweb on a stick,
add some pepper.
Out to play with my little brother.
The air is clear,
the colours sharp.
The smell of lilac, strong and pure.
As I prepare to slip to school
the thrush is hammering with a snail.
Never been known to fail.
The swifts are teasing me,
and I fail to see,
how they always manage
to avoid hitting me.
There’s a skylark way up in the sky.
But as I follow its path,
the sun blinds my eye.
It’s already hot now as I sit there dreaming.
I find myself, planning and scheming.
The cricket team will be without me,
as the cool sparkling river runs through my mind,
and I picture the spot that they won’t find.
I’m splashing, swimming in ecstasy,
while my friends battle on bravely.
In the sweltering heat they lose.
The blame is placed.
I fit the shoes.
The weather is cooler now, and so,
It’s back to the team I go.
But a momentary lapse of concentration,
has banished me
To Coventry station.
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