#2,383 Addlestone Third

mike bell poems poetry

Addlestone Third’s scout hut
was a low prefab far from my
house –
there was still a whiff
of Second World War from its
roof of sagged asbestos
[Lord
Baden-Powell scowled from a
thin frame] –
We stood erect &
uniformed for aulder men –
as
if parades mattered –
as if –
all
a military urge –
as near-saint
Boys’ Brigade touted God in a
heavenly-blue uniform –
Who
are you with? My green shirt
work was brief –
hints of wars
& being stood too still did me