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Written by Fester Bryan
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Tight snug in the woolly hat
With your head down to the breeze
Tight face aching all the time
Pink skin and whispered mist
A faint smile but your head still down
Giving it your intrepid march across snowy wastes
The pattern on the dress is Victorian
So back to the old school house
Warm winter logs
Coal and rain
The bits of rubbish by the old shovel
Next to the broken down coal bunker
More leaves in the drain
Drips of rain falling from the ivy
The ginger cat runs in fast
The old sculpture has lost its head
The snails crunch
A ball is popped and wet
Where cherry blossom once fell
And the stones have not all been removed
From the fortress at the bottom of my hill.
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