Are we home Da.
Are we home Da The lad said.
Arms over the gig rail where he laid his head
Just a short while more the man replied
Gently ruffling the hair of the boy by his side.
Its only a little over four mile
The father said with his fatherly smile
Just round the next bend and over the hill.
Then down into the burrow past Saint Jude’s well.
Just a mile or two more then to trot for old Ned
And I’ll tuck you up warm in your own feather bed.
Then the man clucked the pony so old Ned trotted on
Twilight gathered about them the light all but gone.
The very first stars twinkled from deep blue space
The wheels of the cart spun him a dream of that place
Then into the yard the clatter of cobbles
And old Ned unhitched and put out in hobbles
Across the yard from a window shone warm kitchen light
Ma at the Door and the world set to right.
Safe now at home He’d not travel again
‘Cause all day on a cart is to hard when you’re ten.
Dave Kavanagh December 2014