The Englishness in Me

I love kicking stones about
Down an empty street
Watching how they curve,
Sometimes changing feet.

I love to kick a stone, alone
Across an empty path
To Sometimes loose it down a drain
Then I have to laugh

I love to kick a stone in my path
Just to see where it goes
There’s no rhyme or reason why
It’s the energy in my toes

Sometimes there’s some kind of goal
A vague one, like a dream
Sometimes I feel happy
Sometimes I feel mean

Sometimes I’m a poorboy
Kicking stones in the street
Sometimes I’m a footballer
With lightning in my feet

But stones are all I kick at
Stones are all I have
I’ve never had a football
I was never one of the lads

In winter my nose was runny
My eyesight’s poor to tell
A big red bus from a goalpost
Or a whistle from a playground bell

But I love to kick a stone
Against some big old tree
And run with it across the road
That’s the Englishness in me

2000

Published by blackbird212012

I wish to develop as an artist songwriter.

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