Memories of Christmas

At Christmas I worked on the Christmas post

The grass was thick with frost by Cox Green Road

Across the valley I saw Winter Hill

I felt my little heart with love explode.

The Western Pennines make me feel at home

The green green river valleys and the fields

I feel this is my body, my own earth

Take and eat, the sacred is revealed.

Houses built of stone sit by the road

Cheerful people take their Christmas cards.

Once we worked on Christmas day itself t.

Frozen fingers made it very hard

Now the postman wants to go on strike

He can’t afford to bake a Christmas cake

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