Unfinished - but I want to rescue it from my clogged hard drive
Warning: Contains mild peril
{Note on video box}
All Summer we prowled the hills-
One day we found ourselves
High on Scout Moor
Seven young lads in heat
With only a box of matches
For company.
Lonely tails of smoke,
Dying in the dry grass,
Suddenly.
A night in a collapsed arch
Beneath two storeys of drystone
That took the old pack road
Between two barren hillocks.
Ubiquitous anoraks useless
Against the iron cold,
Watching ribbons of lonely traffic
In the black velvet valley.
An abandoned open cast mine,
Explored on hands and knees
Calling backwads and fowards.
My brother inside motorway bridges
Or bullying builders to let him blow up obstacles to the new road
Or impaled on a nail in a deserted shed
Health and safety executive
Nickelodeon
Not suilable for children under 14
Not a toy
