School Holidays, Lewes (for Indiana)

I will miss walking around the Pell’s pond

as the sun sets slowly over the downs

the friendly smiling faces as we walk around town

where we can just look in the shops

without being followed around

buying biscuits- crisps as we head back to our hotel

 

I’ll miss showing you those places where I used to play

when I was young and happy – just an innocent boy

sticks or twigs were our guns, a pistol or sword

our days were long, we’d never get bored

I want you to see how your life can be

easy living- laid back feeling, so free

we didn’t have much, we were comfortably poor

Just had enough didn’t want more…

 

So, my little one I’m glad I showed you around

this artisan place where we’ve always rebelled

on bonfire nights you’d think you’re in Hell!

I’m getting older I know you can tell

the hills feel steeper-I now seem to walk slow

but’s been a real joy just watching you grow

for surely, I Love you so much

much more than you’ll ever know…….

 

©M C Bolton July 2020, @MarkCBolton1

 

Lewes

Going Back to the Long Man

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To walk upon the South Downs

a pilgrim searching for a dream

the carousel inside my head still rotating

listening to the Byrds

Turn! Turn! Turn!

Eight miles high

I am 13 again

all my problems are in front of me…

 

When loons were jeans

not a derogatory term

to describe pitiful souls

shouting in the street

at unseen phalanxes

marching without mercy inside their tortured minds…

 

Welcome home old man Jones

Once “boyo” of these valleys

Is this Vegas? Or my own personal Nam!

Peace badges – flowers

Puff the magic dragon

spewing death in lead showers…

 

Kyle parading toothless jello-bellied monsters

to be mocked and baited

in front of those

whose mouths are as un-potty trained

as the children they send to school wearing nappies!

 

My working class – I weep for you…

led by Instagram’s pied piper

to nirvana in reverse…

Once cannon fodder for wars

now we fight each other

eternal gladiators of doom

forever kept in poverty

making the best of Primark couture…

 

Hearts of lions – yet forever poor

stuck in a chimney like a Victorian sweep’s child

While Labour’s Johnny ragers

left lighting fires – underneath those

it should be saving – yet despises

Perceived as knuckle-dragging,

pitchfork torch-holding,

racist Islamophobes

 

The truth oh! so different

but that doesn’t fit your ideology…

My freedom found upon these Downs

awaiting nightfall – to spy Orion’s belt

sitting at the Wilmington Giant’s feet

dreaming of returning to Lewes

My childhood home…

 

© MC Bolton, May 2019