Running Away From Home

Robin Hood lived in Upnor Wood*

But all alone in my book

Making arrows, skinning little bunnies;

Merry on his own

You won’t find me in my Lincoln green

Not even Virgil in Thunderbird Three (SIC)

Robinson Crusoe; my favourite hero

Why can’t I be shipwrecked?

On Upnor beach, hide away from Friday

Wipe away my footprints

No smoke, no fire. That’s my plan

Just a funeral pyre for Action Man

Now you’ve seen the living last of me

I won’t be home for my tea

I like digging, much more than I like climbing

Though I’m scared of darkness

Now no-one, never, no more, will ever touch me

In the roots beneath the Hawthorn tree