Back from the sea ...

I still hear myself, these December afternoons - 

Singing with my classmates - 

Our high pitched voices in the end of term assembly - 

In the bleak midwinter - 

The empty playground, the streets beyond the school gates - 

The white sky - 

Water like a stone - 

I'm running home, my raincoat buttoned round my neck, hanging over my shoulders, like a cape - 

Sliding over frozen pavements - 

Snow is falling on Bramber Road - 

There, in the warm house -

My dad is back from the sea - 

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Thursday 6 December 2018

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset