Labourers (above) doesn't appear in my book, but please do click on the heart, then buy my book, read it, spill coffee on it and tell me you love it so much you need to buy another one. :0)
| Labourers |
| “Smiling and singing I sailed till dawn, |
| Happy, hatless.” |
| W H Auden (The Age of Anxiety (Rosetta)) |
| I never felt so alive |
| as that night in our steamed-up car, |
| five of us shouting lyrics |
| of old, word-silly songs, |
| along through the rain-glossed streets, |
| wrongs not mattering, just for once. |
| Ah, once! All the misery |
| of long, hard, worried years released |
| busily in that priceless once. |
| Sometimes that once to me returns |
| if some lively ’45 |
| churns from the radio, my head |
| blooms with excitement again |
| that “once” can be eternal, |
| plainly seeing the “again” |
| one hopes must follow it some day |
| when London and a wet night |
| may smile another reunion. |
| “Once again” is a sweet dream |
| as of cotton fields which, although |
| seeming but toil to come, hold |
| the fibres that shall soon be wet |
| from the dances of labourers, |
| sweating, once again, for joy. |
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Labourers (above) doesn't appear in my book, but please do click on the heart, then buy my book, read it, spill coffee on it and tell me you love it so much you need to buy another one. :0) |