A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Edinburgh Boys
As a child in rural Ireland during
the 'forties I never heard anyone moan
about the rain or start a fight
or go hungry.
Nobody prepared me for
living in Edinburgh. I believed that if
I was friendly I would get the same
in return.
So far, I have been punched
and shouted at, stolen from, ridiculed,
and menaced by tramps
with bad breath and broken teeth.
Edinburgh boys are strange.
Perhaps its because
they don't know the price of corn,
or appreciate silence,
or never had their own sheepdog.
