The Crescent Moon

I come from the sounds of car horns,
I come from an ominous night,
I come from where murder was frequent,
I come from where expensive cars were expected,
I come from sirens,
I come from the shops,
I come from the sound of poacher’s gun pops,
I come from the street of a crescent moon,
I come from where you should never, ever walk home alone at night, especially if you’re going through town Square,
I come from shouts at night,
I come from where druggers fight,
I come from a worried, nervous night,
I came from Lemington.

but

now I come from the Highlands,
now I come from the trees,
now I come from an urge to be free,

now I come from Aberfeldy.

By Finlay H.

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