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| Detail of Fresh Air and Poverty, panel created by Janet Edge |
A big world across the road
Big lorries, noisy
Dad, he'd carry
Heavy sacks
Bags as heavy as me and
He'd never come home tired
Into the little world
In which children have their existence
I'd have a walk up there
In summer
My Dad, Blue Circle Cement Works
Long time ago
Pause you who read this, think a moment
Of a very strong man, tall
Coming home dusty
Into my little world
Thirsty for a cup of tea
Then out in the garden
Digging up the little world
In which children have their existence.
Janet Edge
1 Feb 2016
Hope
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