He would run through the wild alleys with wings once more at his heels ...

This really annoys me my dad said - 

He reached out for my arm as we walked past The Prince of Wales - 

Each step he took was faltering and uncertain - 

The pavement's no help he said - 

Sometimes I hold onto the walls - 

We watched the London train pass through the gates - 

There's no cans in the house my dad said - not one - 

In the afternoon, he would dream in his armchair - 

The Sunday Times Magazine would lie unread upon his lap -

In his dreams he would swim in the creek off Rudmore - 

He would run through the wild alleys with wings once more at his heels - 

16.00

Sunday 11 June 2017

Staunton Road

Havant 

Hampshire