' ' ' Childhood Tankas

CHIPS OFF THE OLD BLOKE This face(our face) is passed amongst us three...brothers. Each of us wearing it as our own. Only Dad owning the original. ******** FIRST LOVE My name scrawled in chalk coloured with the confines of a big red heart. Your name now...entwined with mine. Sunlight glints off our glasses. ******** AND THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST Winning...the sack race! Me out on my own...winning by a smile...easy! Take pity on poor struggling No.2...ahhh...let him win! ******** L’ÉTRANGER Here, everything is foreign...strange...unknown to him lost now as he...is in the streets of his childhood. Everything...as it was...no more. Written all over my face. ******** DÓNALL’S TRAVELS Here, his big bedroom shrunk to tiny box room. His lake...a mere pond. He now a giant among things in the lost land of his childhood.