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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