Joyce Fox

Only Yesterday

When I was young, which seems like only yesterday
I skipped from school to Mother and my childhood home
Yellow sou’wester kept off the drizzly rain
In mucky air of smoky Salford 7
Past solitary tree with sooty bark
Back to warmth of coal fired kitchen heaven …

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