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The Quarryman’s Tale

               Wendy Lalla Wharam

               The old folk sit and doze,

               their cozy chairs
               in serried ranks


               It’s my day off.

               I’ve come to visit Dad
               in the Care Home.


               I tell him about my lads,
               in computers now.

               He doesn’t speak,


               Dad, who knew each layer of stone
               Could recite them off as neat

               as you would tell
               your two  mes table.


               Layers, subsec ons of layers
               the cap, the fender, the vybit,

               the cinder – you name it –
               you couldn’t fault him.



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