English Boy (Or 'Eleven') Poem by Egal Bohen

English Boy (Or 'Eleven')

Rating: 5.0


Bury face in the sweet grass
Smell damp earth
Things past
Lay on back
Look up to the sky
Dream of Spitfires screaming by
Kick an anthill
Catch a grass snake
Get left with a lizards tail
Collect eggs in a pail
Cook an omelette by the barn
Land a Perch
Watch the sun die
Bats fly round the campfire
Find a hot patch
Roast some toast
Get something to burn
That old post
A dry cowpat
Lay down
Warm ground!
Tell a yarn
Look in at the Pyre
Fantastic
Bright
Yellow
Red
Fire
Blow
Get a hot cheek
Set the grass alight!
Sparks fly
Rest my chin on my fist
Mates grin
Where can we get a cavalry sword?
Stare into the red abyss
Red eyes
Smokey shirt
Fresh air
Dead beat
Roll on back
Check out the stars
Which one’s Mars?
No idea whats in store
Who cares what life is for
Just now
When you are Eleven

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Gerardino 11 October 2005

EGAL, loved the poem.......

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Jerry Hughes 16 September 2005

Egal, this is an excellent example of total recall put to words. Thank you

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Michael Shepherd 14 August 2005

A beautiful evocation with a light touch. Thanks for the recall!

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Sallie Howson 26 June 2005

memories of times past

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