by Bruce McRae
That’s some giant,
people would say
when I brought him to town.
Holy cow, or smokes, or moses,
they’d say;
I’d rather pay his board
than keep him.
And we’d laugh and we’d talk
about all things giant,
and my giant, well hell,
he’d laugh too.
Then I’d knock on his toe
and say “Let’s go.”
And, happily, he’d follow
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AUTHOR BIO
Canadian Bruce McRae has had almost 600 publications in the past 12 years. Originally from Niagara Falls, he has moved extensively, currently residing in Vancouver BC. A musician, who has recorded and toured, many of his poems have been set to music receiving airplay in the UK, U.S., Canada and Australia. His website is www.bpmcrae.com. His first collection, The So-Called Sonnets, was written in London between 2002 and 2006.
Saturday, April 2nd, 2011 10:42 am
Categories: Archives, Issue 4.4, Poetry
