Birthday

Birthday

 

Chipper young men,
Boot, gaiter, Enfield, slouch hat,
Under rising sun,
Vaulted gunwale to foams edge,
Rasping chests, bashing hearts,
Damp sand hitches a ride,
Double time,
They make ground,
Seeking crevice or hollow,
Wishing the lead away,
It whistles by,
Crikey!
They settle in,
As shadows shorten,
Seeking a jam tin..

On this day,
this month.
I arrived...

Writen September 2015 for Fran'