This poem is taken from Stand 234, 20(2) June - August 2022.
South East
Listen, son, you will find there are intervals,
like Laurie Lee, between the wars, let loose in London,
in between his leaving the Cotswolds’ hip-high grass
boundaries and landing at a port in Spain,
chin up to the bullish sun. Imagine, London
...
like Laurie Lee, between the wars, let loose in London,
in between his leaving the Cotswolds’ hip-high grass
boundaries and landing at a port in Spain,
chin up to the bullish sun. Imagine, London
...
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