5. To Boot
Another cold crisp Sunday morn
A frost and cool breeze chill
Sky’s orange glow brings in the dawn
To crown far distant hill
My car with icy coating
Needs scraping prior to load
Today will be a short trip
Just three miles down the main road
By six o’clock the packing’s done
The screen now fully clear
I check out all my loading
And put car into gear
The deadline fast advancing
Past seven would be late
It’s not a game for chancing
Pitch seals a booter’s fate
Your stock is so essential
A mix with some for all
Pray stay away torrential rains
And clear my car boot stall
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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