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The Day I Met Oswald Berkley
From afternoon siesta nap
with clear focus of mind
in holey torn vest a barefoot child leapt -
out bed and door and gate
a pool in St Anns to find,
and followed the circle road
from whence he slept
O’ fateful happy trail led
to one Oswald Berkley,
whose infant charge took under his wing.
An angel of The Lord
sent to guide me
on my rendezvous with fate
in the park wandering
“Come child, I’ll take you
where you wanna go”
said the Mirror Man at the radio station,
and to air lest not my
whereabouts to know
did broadcast my daring tale
all across the nation
He drove and I pointed
and dried my crying tears
‘round the Savannah in a stranger’s keep,
who took my ragged picture
and took away my fears -
unto me a shepherd and I
unto he a lost sheep!
Written: November 2008
The year was 1964 and I was 3 years old.
Copyright ©
Keith D Trestrail
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