Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
Sonnet#1 - Prelude to Freedom.
My loves, my wife our darling newborn child,
for you I wander through the open wood,
and forage in the shadowed forest wild.
To bring all a husband and father could,
to keep his kin well fed, secure and warm.
Scavenging towards freedom spirit strong,
though oft broken backed, weary muscle torn,
I whistle carefree tunes the whole day long,
With wheelbarrow, axe and trusty bow saw.
I pull, I push, I heave I tote my haul,
So your lights may burn brightly ever more,
So that your flames need never be kept small.
So come cold Winter nights we all can share,
contented peace warmed in crib and armchair.
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