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The 80s Green View
The natural landscape was vast and green
I could see it from the front windows of our house
And further still to the distant hills and counties
This area was where I lived and still do
Between waking and dreams, reality and illusion

Art and poetry collide as does something else
Fragments of my past now brought to the fore
For me to re-experience and deal with
Walking in the view below and in front of our house
As a teenager hiking and exploring the scenery

Seeing the men fly remote control aeroplanes
Putting stones on the train tracks
And thunk thunk thunk! The stones are now dust
Finding a toy aeroplane in the mud in the field
This was the early 80s and I was 11 or 12

I had new lands to explore and adventure!
I still do this last bit today but it’s different
Seen with adult eyes and no innocence
Shall I go left or right, or forwards?
I’ve surveyed the area with my binoculars

And my eyes have danced upon the earth
This land I’ve flown over almost to the crash site
That came later when the R22 chopper fell
And a person tried to to jump clear
This was a decade before and I looked for others

When I thought Dingle farm was here
Where one of several Heyford bombers crashed
But the farm was far and not around here
Or so a stranger told me as I looked
My mum would be mad I asked a stranger

They will molest and kidnap and murder you!
Like I murdered the bird’s eggs in the nest
I found lying next to a small river with no mother
Not camouflaged enough for I killed them
And don’t know why?

I was young and out exploring the view
It stretched from Moorside to Sholver
Via Derker, Royton and Salmon Fields
Was all enclosed by roads and train tracks
And houses and factories and more

I imagined a trapped army hiding there
And I fired all types of weapons at them
How my mind runs riot...
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