Hi Arthur,
Another fine poem! Urban realism! I'm not sure about the image of a hoop
being bowled, though. That may be because I never bowled a hoop in my life!
Or it may be because I remember my Dad telling tales of how restricted his
school days, and what they could play in their play-times were. if kids
could take hoops to school, though, then it's OK. (My dad was like me,
didn't know everything!)
The title is (in my head) exciting and brilliant! One Harry is escorted back
to Eton and this other one... with another wall-game and another wall!
(Yeh!)
Bob
>From: Arthur <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: So many Harrys.
>Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 17:58:34 -0000
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>They reorganised education in the city
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>and closed the old school.
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>Windows shuttered with blind boards.
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>Squeals stilled, mauling boys dismissed.
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>Wind bowls hoops of leaves down empty playground;
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>chases beer cans into corners.
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>Pale and hunched someone pukes a childhood he detests
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>against the mossed and grimy wall.
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