Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken
On the housing estate
Summer holidays
Satin shorts
Raleigh bike, stabilisers off
Dad holding the back
“I’ve got you – let’s go!”
   
Peddling plimsolls
Wind in my pony tail
Past the sunflowers
The hopscotch squares
Denise’s gate
“Dad, you there..? Dad? Daddy..?”
 
He stands still at the top of the road
And I’m flying
Soaring, free
 
All Holyport is mine
All August
And I’ll live
Forever.
 
 

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