An Early Memory <br /> <br /> <br />In rural Wales, <br />a dry stone wall, <br />used up tyres, <br />two in front, two at rear. <br />To steer a small pram wheel, <br />brake, a long steel pole. <br /> <br />In this car Dai and I have travelled far. <br />One day not going fast, Dai hears a hiss, <br />“We’ve got a flat, <br />Bob hop off and see to it” <br />I pretend to open door and scramble down. <br /> <br />I kneel beside a wheel, <br />“Yep its flat, it’s got a hole, <br />I can see right through. <br />We’ll have to change.” <br /> <br />“Hang on I’ll brake.” shouts Dai. <br />He leaps up on the long steel pole, <br />pulling down hard, he cries <br />“Braking, braking, braking”. <br /> <br />I give a scream as the dry stone wall begins to fall, <br />our motor car breaks down upon my head. <br /> <br />My small grey shirt and shorts, become blood red. <br />I cry out “Mum”! <br />Dai runs off shouting <br />“Bloody hell, bloody hell, <br />Oh! Bloody hell”. <br /> <br />On my very nearly four year old legs, <br />I stagger back to grandma’s house. <br />Arriving there, on seeing me, my mother screamed. <br />“Bob, Bob what have you done”? <br /> <br />“Our car broke down and fell on me! <br />My head is sore now! <br />Mum can I have some cake to make me better”?<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-early-memory/
