Jump

Picking pumpkins

Arnprior farm

Straw bales piled up high

Children jump into Michael’s arms

Really they can fly

 

Climb again and jump again

Wee birds in the air

Trusting they’ll be caught again

Michael is always there

 

So much fun that Saturday

Making memories

Remember jumping off the straw

Like birdies wee birdies

 

Meanwhile in Glasgow

A few miles down the road

A boy is stabbed to death

Fourteen years old

Too young to die

Drawing his last breath

 

Perhaps he used to jump off bales

Not so long ago

When out with friends in carefree fields

Or rolling round in snow

 

Life is made for climbing bales

And jumping in the air

And daddies catch their children

For daddies are always there

 

Brian Fahy

18 October 2021

 

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