HOME SAFE The cry from the street with frequent repeat
'Rag Bone', 'Donkey Stone'.
The clatter of wheels on the horse drawn cart
As they pass over the cobbles
Awakening me with a start.
The fire was dying, how long had I slept?
A shovel of coal and soon up the flames leapt.
As I gathered my thoughts of where I had been,
Over lands, over oceans, all wonders I had seen.
I hurried my tasks to make up for time,
I felt a little guilty as though I'd committed a crime.
The pot was cooking, the kettle singing away
I would soon ask my love about his day.
Though I dreamed a while of a fantasy land,
My dreams now fulfilled as I hold his hand. By Arnold Harrison
Manchester Road West
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