Braidwood

his year-long reunion only I am a

stranger

surrounded by gifts like a babe in the

manger

a feast for thousands many years in the

making

and I have done nothing is it mine for

the taking

oh oh oh

oh oh oh

a washer of windows for newborn babies

a pat on the back from the grey-haired

old ladies

under the pavilion many miles from home

the rain was a barrier I felt so alone

oh oh oh

oh oh o