Nor Folk
The ewes are gathering at salt licks
The ovens are hot for baking bricks
My mum is humming,
"Christmas is coming" *
My dad, it seems, is getting his kicks
*Winter is frigid in Norfolk, which may
account for 19th-century women
naming their sons, "Christmas"!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2020
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