Summer Holidays

Despite my complaints there was some merit In being sent away to my uncles farm Summers of drudgery, begun with play First night the pungent grass under the due Excited me. A clean day to explore! The cattle, oldest friends from last summer Swank and Shep who still obeyed our commands! Might we see the Apaches in the hills? Weeks passed in the kitchen, the clock ticking Uncle puffed his pipe and I paced the floor I sang, ‘I wanna go home’. Uncle smiled ‘Their two hardy chaps’, the neighbour would say ‘And tomorrow we’ll be thinning turnips’ Uncle laughed as he spat on the lino.