Hi Christina,
I made a couple of line changes in the poem that may help its flow and tone
a little. Hope it helps.
bw
James
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Father
>Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2006 05:25:51 EDT
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>Father
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>Imprint in my thick skull
>the knack of words and trick of laughter.
>Teach me to turn time to bright days
>not to lose my sixpence on jaywick sands.
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>Sure-footed, those donkeys: the way (Those donkeys are surefooted the way)
>their branded hooves negotiate the path
>as bells jingle and their long ears prick
>to pick up distant sounds.
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>Train me to hear what's beyond this city's sirens
>and my own babble, to see
>past tower blocks and to draw true lines
>in your long, lost memory.
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>christina fletcher
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