I’m still reading ‘Salford Road’ by Gareth Owen and thought I’d add a further one of his poems. Real Life fits in with my previous blog about the summer holidays and made me smile.
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‘Yes’ thought John
his eyes gleaming with excitement
As he looked round the ancient inn
on the edge of the moors
that was connected tootherwise inaccesible St Peter’s Cove
which had once been a haunt of smugglers
by a secret underground passageway
from his bedroom
And which his strange Aunt Lucy
had rented to his mother and father
and Uncle David for
the whole summer holidays.
‘Yes, this looks just the sort of
place for an adventure but
that kind of thing
only happens in books.’
And he was right.