This is a seriously long poem, clearly the inspiration bug bit my Grandad big time when he wrote this one! To make things less intimidating, I have decided to make it episodic! What do you do when things get a bit too much for you? Drink? Fight? Or… go make a den in the woods?
I’d had enough, didn’t want any more
of this world and its rich and poor.
All fighting and mauling, its brimstone and blood
So I found me a place in Marbury Wood.
Not far from the brook, not the one from the mill
Not near the hollows between the hill.
No! Further to Marston, to the pastures rich
I dug my camp and made my pitch.
It had to be good to keep the rain out
and hidden with leaves so’s it wasn’t about,
And dry and warm with a bench and a chair
as snug as an old fox in its lair.
So I dug about in the soil and clay
and made me a nest and a shelf to lay.
Then I stood me back to look and gaze
At my woods, the brook and the waters’ haze.
Now I had no money, so I soon had to learn
To borrow sacks and a gate from a gentleman’s barn
and a good sized tarpaulin to go across that gate
for this was my roof, built atrusting to fate.
A chair and a table from Marston schoolroom
Taken in two trips by the light of the moon.
I had a door that would shut to keep out the draught
and a boat on Marbury Mere, well, it was only a raft.
I was so comfy, and tired and warm
to sleep on my sack bed I went, to wait for the dawn.
It was a lovely red morning, I had a wash and a shave
and back then for breakfast, the first in my cave.
Oh, what a pleasure, I can’t describe the thrill
of sitting there eating and drinking my fill.
On my own, no worries, only myself to blame
it’s grand, unbelievable, so glad I came.
Then I began thinking, what’s happening at the house
They’ll be looking for me, “he’s gone off like a mouse”
The police and the neighbours all walking around,
looking and listening for any small sound.
A police dog can find me, he’d sniff and he’d smell
and find my dugout hideaway in beautiful dell.
Away I must go, away for a week
Away to a rum place, as they’ll never seek.