On The Road to Winterhaven
This is a piece I wrote some time ago, based on a first book by a fellow Volvo owner.
On the road to Winterhaven
Came the homeless man, grubby & unshaven
Dressed in clothes from the charity shop
Move along there Hobo said the local cop
So off he went down the old Main Street
Holes in his shoes and ice on his feet
The snow kept blowing in endless flurry
The wind was biting, get shelter quick, better hurry
Else frostbite will get to his toes
What will he do then, heaven knows
He knocks on doors but no one hears
So wiping away the frustration tears
He settles in a shop doorway
And to keep warm begins to rock and sway
But In this doorway there was no wind
Looks like God is being kind
So sheltered now and getting warm
He stops the swaying and lies down
7 hours later he’s up and about
Been raiding the bins for what, last night’s trout?
Then he heard what could have been a voice
But was it wind or person, must make a choice
Snap out of this cold inspired oblivion man
Yes snap out & answer as best you can
Mister, mister are you alright ?
Don’t tell me that you spent the night
In this doorway in the freezing cold
“Well that’s one way to ensure you don’t get old”
Hooked yet, yeah, we’ll so was I
So i bought the book, gave it a try
Couldn’t put it down ’til the end
The best two quid you’ll ever spend
Try this, and the follow up, on Amazon