I come from the Honey Pot nursery
under my Dad’s work
where my brother spewed all over our teacher,

I come from memories of my brother
riding his go-kart around while
I was sitting there eagerly wanting a shot.

I come from runs, walks and cycles and a BIG world of football,
My brother fighting me
and doing lots of jobs at home and outside of it.

I come from a WW2 survivor, Great Grandpa,
who lives in Aberfeldy just now
and loves it when we go and see him.

I come from running with the ball
and scoring goals and finding friends on the football pitch.
I come from making sure my little brother behaves,
And doesn’t get shouted at.

I come from

by Dougal Mcadam