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Books and plays, the weeks' news, sport and weather

It's a reading spot, really; as good a use as any

I can have a door-step picnic, when my girl comes around

I can make her laugh, then I can revel

In the glory of the sound

 

I can drink my beer, 

In my bit out the back

I can hold her near,

In my bit out the back

 

My music plays, 

In my bit out the back, 

Those summer nights and days, 

In my bit out the back

I can dig out my dreams, 

In the bit out the back

It's no as bad as it seems, 

In my bit out the back

I can think things through, 

In my bit out the back

come up with something new, 

In my bit out the back

I can simply be, 

In my bit out the back, 

The one true me, 

In my bit out the back

24/05/2020

It ensnares the sun, when that elusive star comes out.

Hoodwinks it, really; a solar bait and switch.

If that light had a pilot, they'd be first for the sack

For getting themselves caught in my wee suntrap;

hemmed in, my bit out the back

 

It's mostly unassuming, 

My bit out the back. 

Very little is blooming, 

In my bit out the back. 

 

A stumpy hill of grass, half encircled by dwellings.

An outlier, really; a heath in the scheme.

Pockmarked at random, with blobs of nettles and weeds

And a very odd smattering of flowers

But that is all that she needs

 

Most year round it's forgotten, 

My bit out the back

But come the summer it's rockin',

In my bit out the back 

 

A trench of trees across no man's land, direct in front 

Dug in, really; no ground lost and no ground won

They're in stalemate, these trees, with the grass and the stanks

No casualties on either side of the line

Save one fallen stump from their ranks

 

My thoughts I can uncover,

In my bit out the back. 

Sing sweetsongs to my lover, 

In my bit out the back

 

My Bit Out The Back