Feels Like Finlake

Cool spring breezes

Arrive in mid March

And Finlake calls

For Easter holidays

In a tightly packed

Tardis caravan

Cold, dark evenings

Feet up on the seats

Listening to the click

As my father lies

On the floor

Firing the gas fridge into life


Chilly mornings

With Saved By The Bell

On our black and white TV

Easter Eggs emerging

From hidden places

Made by my mother’s magic


School feels like it’s over


And everything seems new


In muddy woodland

Under open skies


In mid March

The cool spring breezes

Begin to blow

The world is awake

I am a kid again

And it feels like Finlake

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