Heartlands

Things were always better when we were kids

How the sun rose gold across the east

Dousing burgeoning memories in cotton-fresh rays

Until the west beckoned and corralled it into bed

In the days, our hearts would soar above concrete

Up and up, over Archway and stadium arches

To land in hay bails and roll across the green

The nights were filled with dreams exempt from Brexit

All wrapped up in Garfield duvet sets

The nights were filled with dreams of six weeks of

Freedom

To grow into what you thought you wanted to be