“Lance lives in the shed
With Frank and Henry
No one remembers why they are there”
Rakes
Spades
And Spiders
Lance used to be useful
But now he’s rusting
It’s not the only rust around here
Aches
Pains
And reminders
Why do I feel obsolete
When clearly I’m not
Sat at a round table
Not meant for Arthur
Hurtling down the lane
Man’s corruption to my left
Autumn overhead
Cakes
Fakes
And piranhas
Fragments of nostalgia
Muddied knee victory walk
One nil to the orange and black
Headaches
Mistakes
And strangers
Must go and check on the shed
Travel lightly to the chapel
Ordinary things to be cherished
Rakes
Spades
And spiders
©John de Gruyther 2013
The World Outside the Window 