Sat Attercop on my garden fence
He sat with a furrowed brow
He said to me: \"Don\'t mean no offence
have to tell you something now.\"
It was lat October and a low red sun
was setting behind the hills
Mist was coming on from the ground
and I wonderingly bowed to his will
As I lent him my ears he confided me thus:
\"I really miss my mum.
there\'s non on this earth that more I miss
and under the rising sun.\"
And sadly he added, folding his feet:
\"It is an essential human need
to know where you\'re going and so on - but how!?
when there\'s nowt left of where you\'re from?\"