Our Michael great walker Bolton way
Out in God’s fresh air near every day
Wrapped up warm against the winter chill
Walks the miles not far from Winter Hill
Sends me photos of his daily trek
Jumbles Wayoh Entwistle by eck
We talk about the Wanderers how they’re doing
He’ll be home e’er long and something brewing
He was a teacher in a special school
For children whose beginnings often cruel
Firm and kind he helped them make new start
Inspiring words coming from his heart
There’s nothing more abandoned
Than a child betrayed
Hurt has ventured in
Where love alone had played
Good teachers are brilliant for kids
Stand beside them save them from the skids
Grown children then remember
How love in cold December
Saw them safely through to kinder days
Brian Fahy
21 October 2021
Erris Poetry 