Today, I am at peace with the world, It is as if, I have nothing, my pockets are bare, A Catapult lies , where my wallet , used to be.

It is 1957, I am free, In boyhoods fire, I am a gypsy. A ’nib’ and’ Ink’ I buy , at Tommy Sheehan’s , stationary shop, My tools for life , as far as the eye can see.

Open fields, and trout streams, Orchards and a swimming hole, No money in the world can buy these things. Today , I am at peace, with the world, it is as if, I have nothing my pockets are bare.

When I try , to be, a man of wealth, I I scheme and plan and ruin my health. " How much do I owe you for the ’Nib’ and ’Ink’, Mr Sheehan" " Three pennies , please" " Will you settle for a Catapult, and pebble stone, Today, I’ve left my wallet at home"

By Holly Barrett 21/6/2020.