I remember my first poem.
It was written when I was in primary school.
I was taught and inspired by a visiting practice teacher,not yet qualified.
He was tall with dark hair and he wore glasses.
I remember a brown jacket (corduroy-fashionable then) and his encouraging smile.
He was the grown up version of his son who was a member of my class- Russell was his name.
We shared secret knowing smiles.
Inevitably then, the subject of my first poem was : love
It went something like this….
“…………they were betrothed the very next day
they had a lovely feast
of chicken hams jellies and sweets
Oh what a lovely feast….
and when they retired
and went to bed……..”
My second love was food.
I was summoned to the headmaster for writing that poem……..
(tell you what happened -later)
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Searching for an Oasis 